For all the time I spent browsing Google Maps before our trip, we ended up finding a lot of things by chance. To be fair, I browsed maps mostly out of general interest, and to give myself a broad sense of the orientation of things, not to memorise routes and landmarks. With a memory like mine, that’d never work anyway. And, as it turned out, I was usually too absorbed in my surroundings to even care which way was north.
Today is Australia Day. I’ve actually scheduled this post ahead of time because I’m expecting to be a bit busy that day (i.e. today). Not working though (surprisingly). I’ll be moving house soon, so I have to pack and make preparations and all that. Also need to think about packing for my upcoming holiday. It’s kind of weird trying to move house and go on holiday at the same time…
Anyway, all that’s probably something for another post (or several posts, depending on how well/badly that goes… The moving house part, of course. The holiday part is probably going to get more posts than anyone’d care to read, regardless of how well/badly it goes.) Continue reading
There’s a cafe in one of the parks I run through on week-ends. I think I’ve only ever seen it open and operating once because I generally prefer to run in the late afternoon / early evening (for various reasons, not least of which is sleeping in), and cafes don’t tend to stay open that late on week-ends (particularly suburban ones).
When they are closed and dormant, it’s not easy to distinguish where the door is (especially if you’re just running past, and mostly trying to just keep running) but I happened to notice it one time (after having passed it many, many times) Continue reading
In my many years of blogging, I’ve kind of gotten the feeling that people who write blogs usually also like to read books. Right? Or it could just be the kind of blogs I tend to follow have given me this biased view.
Anyway, if you’ve visited my blog even semi-regularly, you’ve probably gotten the impression that I, too, like to read books. Consequently, I also like libraries and book shops, but I sometimes have to avoid these places because it is a real struggle sometimes to walk into a library or book store, and restrain myself from picking up every second book. (Don’t worry, I stay calm and composed mostly. The struggle happens internally.)
But, you know, sometimes browsing books shelves is kind of therapeutic and relaxing. And sometimes I just feel like looking at books for no reason other than … books.
On the week-end just gone, after a boxing class (yes, I’ve taken up boxing …kind of – well, not as a very regular thing, but it’s a fun addition to my fitness routine, and sometimes it just feels really good to punch things), and after a three-hour brunch with a friend (yes, three-hour brunches are the best), we went for a short walk, my friend and I, around West End.
After the response I had about the door to the “Museum of Spent Time”, which featured in a Thursday Doors post back in September, I decided that I had to find out exactly what this place was.
When I first found this door, and read the accompanying sign, and peered at the figures in the window, my curiosity was definitely piqued. However, there were a few things that told me that this wasn’t an ordinary sort of museum. Firstly, the door faces into a small lane, which presumably doesn’t get a lot of traffic (vehicular, pedestrian or otherwise), so it seemed like an odd choice of location for a museum, assuming it was a museum that wanted to be found, and found by many.
Secondly, the sign is rather unassuming. I mean, it is eye-catching – the whole facade is eye-catching – but most galleries and museums I know have large signs to advertise the fact that they’re there. Similarly, there’s no sign anywhere near the entrance about opening hours. (I would later learn that the sign beside the door is not intended as an advertisement at all, but is, rather, more of a personal touch, like something one might put on a home.)