The owl of Hampstead Residence

What a wonderful day! Some reading peppered with a linguistics seminar on language and identity, my advanced skills class (today it was all about how to make an argument), and a follow-up session in a bar near Covent Garden on 19th century superstition (after it was criticized that Maria always appeared in exactly the same shape she was portrayed in contemporary pictures, I was after a beer, which my lecturer bought for me, lucky me - nice he:), bold enough to share God working in our times: of angels seen by a bunch of Indians attacking churches and about to set fire to them and then running - all terrified - away. Later asked, they speak of a huge bright figure with a sword). They did not really know what to say about that;) So good, Open Doors provides us with loads of victory news in the kingdom as well!

Thereafter, I met my American friend Timothy at Canada Water to go to a friend's vegan delight dinner. But just in the moment we met outside the station my cell ran out of energy. Since I was supposed to give her a call, so she could pick us up, our evening plan - but not the evening;) - was screwed. We decided to get some chicken and bred at Tesco's instead and then went to St. John's Wood to the Beatles' thing (I will just coin this expression now for an action imitation a previous one performed by the Beatles after Obama in his first press conference after the election responded to the question if he was about to seek the former presidents' advice now, that he was only about to speak to those alive and not willing to "get into a Nancy Reagan thing... doing any seances" - I thought that was pretty hilarious. He could have called it Clinton thing as well though, since she allegedly did the same kind of "thing" in the White House). So what we did was to walk in their shoes as we walked on the famous Abbey road pedestrian crossing (long blabla around the message - that's me;) You really have to do that to make everyday experiences interesting and a decent anecdote though!;)

After we then zickzacked London on different buses, 'cause we passed my station, we Zenned out big time, especially Timothy who has not been up really since then and has been already asleep for about four and a half hours. Even the first term students - basically everyone here - who try to catch up with what we did when we were 15, 16 are not slamming their doors anymore.

So that makes the owl of Hampstead Residence considering the time - 4:33 in the morning.

But I better go to bed now "to make the most of my life" - as good 'ol Brett Dennen keeps singing on "So Much More". Especially with the super exciting Fulham vs. Tottenham match I am going to attend with my most loved London cousin:)

Good night, says the owl, and seeks its aerie...