Here’s some throwback photos to when I went to Disneyland Paris for honeymoon, hung around all the Star Wars stuff (this was before Galaxy’s Edge was a thing, not that Paris would’ve gotten one anyway) and generally had a lovely if extremely rainy time.
I ventured out to Leicester town center via the bus. Not the most cheerful place to be, unfortunately. Most shops I used to casually just hang out, all gone. Empty unit after empty unit. And there are memorial signs for Prince Philip EVERYWHERE?!
It wouldn’t have felt so dystopian if not for all the shops that had signs up saying, “At 3pm we’ll be holding a one minute silence for Prince Philip” as if people couldn’t possibly have better things to do.
The St Margaret’s bus station has gone now, and it was pretty rubbish but it’s still weird it not being there.
It was at least sunny, and I got to hang out in Abbey Park for a bit.
It turned out to be inert, as I suspect most of them are these days, but it’s still fascinating and slightly unnerving that these things could potentially be under your feet wherever you go. (The road it was found on used to be my route home from school.)
A couple of weeks ago it snowed here. So I went out to take some photos, as you do, and I lost my glasses. I was so upset. I managed to get new ones but uggggh, it sucked, since I need them to function and everything. However now that that time is over I remember I never posted any of the photos I took!
Only three of ’em were even remotely interesting, alas.
No firework displays this year, obviously. I miss them. Maybe one day they’ll be back, somehow, hopefully.
Lots and LOTS of firework noises in the neighbourhood, but I could only actually see them in the corner of the window. Also it smelled of smoke, I miss that November smoke smell, even though it’s so cold to be out in.
This time two years ago was a strange, strange night. First I heard the news coming in of the Pittsburgh synagogue shooting. I can’t remember the name of the shooter, it’s on Wikipedia but I forgot it the minute I clicked out, which is good.
I couldn’t stick around because we had prebooked tickets to a Halloween party. But on the way back through Leicester city suddenly there were all these sirens, far more than normal, enough to know something had gone horribly wrong. When we got back it turned out there had been a major helicopter crash.
So for a few days after that the whole city was grieving one bad thing and the whole world (it seemed) was grieving an entirely different bad thing. It was not a good time.