Danna Tries Fancy Blogging

I was sure all along that mom meant to say "crappola".
Sorry about the rained-out fire works on the fourth, Caroline and Vivi. Can you believe over here, they don't even give July 4th a mention! Sore losers, these Brits. First the American Revolution and now the World Cup. Stanley and I try to be sensitive and pretend we don't see the embarrassment in their eyes. We're feeling pretty settled in over here now. We can get around really well. Went to the British Museum, did the Enlightenment Tour. We can hop on and off buses and the tube all we want without worrying about costs because we are proud holders of the oyster card, a month-long pass we bought on arrival. The large national museums are free, so we don't feel as if we have to push ourselves through a marathon to see as much as we can all at once.
I was looking so forward to going into the British Museum's reading room,something you need a special ticket to do, which I believed I could obtain thanks to a letter written on UL letterhead by my dear English prof. friend, Mary Ann Wilson, however, it seems that the Brit. Museum's reading room now only contains electronic catalogs of materials. The good stuff, original manuscripts, etc. has been moved across town to the St. Pancras library. So, I'll have to try my scheme over there.
Went to my final writers' workshop yesterday. What a delight. I need to work on the writing assignment right now, as we've been asked to email it in. The people sponsoring the workshop want to print up our work and display it at the libraries. They usually do this for the children's workshops and decided to do it for the adults as well. This feels kinda funny. Like the teacher is hanging my crayon drawing on the classroom wall.