Traveler's bug

Yesterday was part changing lodgings, to studio in South Kensington, part realizing I've got a cold.

I'm paying the same for my own space in a more central location; I eventually guessed that might mean this studio would be about the size of my previous loft room. Yep! Despite being in a 9 story building. It's a "serviced apartment", basically a hotel with a kitchen in the room. Wi-Fi turned out to be charged for; I now know to ask more questions.

Had some expensive though good Indian food last night. Ran across my first movie theater here, a 2-screener showing Inception and something. My phone's GPS really got to shine, guiding me through the mazes. Made my first real groceries trip, at a Waitrose supermarket on King's Road. They had a dozen varieties of cheap pate, a bunch of cheddars, frozen dim sum, pomegranate seeds in a bos, and frozen Thai fish cakes.

One penny coins do exist, I found that out a few days ago. So do two pound coins.

No service

Ah, apparently my particular room is a private one, being sublet, not a serviced one. So things like soap or more toilet paper are my responsibility.

The world has standardized on so many things. Why are shower controls still this land of wild creativity? And why does no one bother putting some sort of instruction on them, such as "twist this normally immobile part to make water come forth"?

Well, I'll see if I can stagger off to the Natural History Museum. Or find it.