A Moor
Another Moor

Wow. These have been busy times, but I shall do my best to condense it all into a blog entry (or two!)

I had been stressing over what to do for my birthday. I like thinking of fun, creative things to do on my birthday. For my 18th, we took a boat ride around the Hong Kong harbour. For my 19th, I got food poisoning. For my 20th, I had a picnic and almost got attacked by swans. For my 22nd, I had a glass of champagne spilled in my chicken when the tram that I was eating on suddenly turned a corner and Miss Frizzle’s champagne overbalanced and fell into my already marinated-in-champagne chicken, and so I got drunk just eating my dinner.
Anyway, so, I decided that this year I was going to go to Haworth-the home of the Bronte family. So here is a blow-by-blow description of my special day:

9 AM Wake up, immediately think “Oh my god, I’m 23, I’m going to die soon, plus I have wrinkles under my eyes, and they seem to be growing at an extreme rate.”
9:15 Cry.
10 Meet friends at railway station. Attempt to figure out which of the approximately 500 million trains we actually need to take. Wish I had private helicopter.
11 Arrive at Haworth. Immediately start talking very loudly about “Deconstructionism in Wuthering Heights” very loudly. Nobody seems impressed. Dammit.
12 Go for a walk on a moor. Become very, very glad that I’ve put on weight recently as the wind is so strong I’m in danger of being blown back to Leeds. Get wet. Get very, very wet.
1 Pub
3 Go to the Parsonage museum. Look at the sofa on which Emily died. Ewwwwww.
6 Wait at the bus stop for 40 minutes in the rain. Lose sensation in toes, shoulders, and fingers, Run up and down road to warm up. Nearly die.
7-12 Arrive back at Leeds; dinner, drinking, bla bla bla.

Anyway, It was a fun day, and I’m glad I did manage to get up to Haworth. It does feel a little touristy, and some of the signposts are even in Japanese, yet it’s still a very pretty town, and the Bronte society must have a hell of a lot of power and influence to be able to keep it so neat and tidy, and to promote it so heavily. Whatever. By now, I’m just writing things so I’ll look intelligent.