June 1
Come friendly bombs and fall on Slough
It is not fit for humans now
There isn't grass to graze a cow
Swarm over, Death!
--famous poem by John Betjeman about the city of Slough, where I am staying for the week (and working for the summer). It is pretty dreary, but I'm only here for a week so no worries!

June 2
They have escalators for grocery carts!

June 3
TGIF! I had a good first week and I'm looking forward to moving into my new London flat tomorrow.