Today I’ve been mainly sleeping. Two weeks of worrying about how to get to and from work safely have taken their toll and I’m absolutely knackered.
I’ve been thinking how nice it would be to be a Victorian lady. I would wear lovely clothes, a corset and have strange hair dos.
More importantly, I’d be so well off I wouldn’t need to go to work in the City, I wouldn’t need to get the tube either, ever.
I would spend my days having my friends round for tea in the morning, and in the afternoon I would do fancy embroidery things for the local church. Sounds lovely to me.
My lovely boyfriend borrowed a scanner for me, so when I haven’t been sleeping I’ve been busy scanning everything I own. He has been playing with flikr so I can have all my photos, certificates and things linked to my family tree. More of that later…
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Nelu Mbingu
July 8, 2017 at 11:03 amThat’s the dream, isn’t it? If it’s any comfort, you should remember that it’s never perfect on the other side. I’m sure being a Victorian lady has its lows too.