Bath -- Saturday 21 January

Firstly, forgive my capitalisation. I'm on a very sluggish computer and feel lazy.
So I went to bath, with the intention of taking a jane austen walking tour. Unfortunately, I didn't plan out my tube trip to Paddington (I'm at king's cross, if you feel like looking it up on a map), and the line that would have taken me there in about twenty minutes was down (I took the wrong line anyway, and only discovered the faster way after I realised that my connection wasn't), so it took me an hour to get there. Just in time for the train that was an hour later! Unfortunately, I'm bad at timetables (obviously), but fortunately, the conductor didn't kick me off at the first stop (it was Reading, pronounced redding, which threw off the asians in front of me).
Bath, once achieved, was pretty nice. I soundly missed the tour, but decided to have a look around, find the jane austen centre, and get my flip phone unlocked.
It has not been a good week to be my technological crutches. Computer: stolen. Earbuds: one little rubber cushion thing lost (kind of defeats the noise-cancelling effect that I love when my roommates are noisy; I have to use an earplug to even begin to block out the noisy french people, the snoring guy next to me, and the coughing guy in the bunk below me), my SD chip is quite full, and, to top it all off, my cruddy little brick pay-as-you-go phone decided to die last night. I tried putting it on the charger, thinking that it might have used up all the battery in the two hours since I'd checked the time, but to no effect. I tried switching my sim cards, since both phones are samsungs, but my t-mobile phone was locked and angrily informed me that I was using the wrong sim. Since I needed a clock, I put the US sim back in, making sure it was on airplane mode. While we have t-mobile over here, I doubt the US network would smile upon me, and I wanted to avoid the roaming charges.
So I was on the hunt one of the many little, slightly unofficial phone stores that advertise repairs and unlocking, resolving to do whichever was cheaper. In the end, it was £10 (the exact amount of cash I had) to unlock the US phone, which promises to come in handy anyway. Besides, I've really missed that keypad. I hate the one on my brick.
I digress. After leaving my phone with the capable-looking store lady, I went in search of a cheaper SD chip. I couldn't roam bath, with its wealth of "roman stuff", without memory space. Luckily, I found a 4GB chip for just £8, a vast improvment over the £13 for a 2GB that was in the phone repair shop.
After collecting my phone, which works beautifully with the new sim, other than all my UK contacts are gone, I went in search of the Jane Austen Centre.
I finally found it, and it was pretty well worth the £6 I paid to get in. The presentation was informative, and the exhibition was nifty. It was a better deal than the sherlock holmes museum, actually. Of course, Jane Austen was a real person... I even got a picture of one of the places where she actually lived, just up the street from the centre. I think they went for the house they have because number 25 is a denstist office now, and that's probably quite different from in the early 1800s.
I also got another badge for my bag; it says "I [heart] Darcy"
Fact.
I caught the proper train and resolved to search for the twinings store, and also one of the older pubs in london, as per the Big Bus Tour (on the same street, if memory served), mostly to see where they were and if I could access them Sunday. I found twinings AND the pub (Ye Golden Cock or something -- Ah, Ye Olde Cock, and funny story about the Ye thing: older versions of english had a character for the "th" sound, sort of like greek with the "ch", I guess, and it looked sort of like a Y. When printing came around, they just used the Y instead of making a new letter block for the TH thing. Hence "Ye Olde Everything", now pronounced with as yee, but properly pronounced as the. The more you know...)
I found them both and took pictures just in case; I will go back to twinings, but the pub is less certain. I'd like to eat there, but it's not vital.
If you're an arachonophobe, you will want to skip this paragraph. If you weren't, you probably won't be after this.
I've been shooing a determined spider away from my computer area for about half an hour now. I don't feel like going and getting a big enough piece of paper to squash it, and no one else feels threatened by it (cough jessi cough), so I just make sure that the little crawlings on my neck are from my hair in the draft rather than a smallish arachnid. He's really not that big.
Sorry to the arachnophobes in my readership.

NO MORE SPIDER TALK NOW. IT'S SAFE.
So, tomorrow I'll be frequenting a few churches (a service at st paul's by myself, then a service at westminster with Megan and Gina and the rest of that trip), and dragging megan and gina to yarn and tea stores.
I'll probably post tomorrow night, but after that, I think I'll have to pay for my internet.
Because I'll be in airports!
Laters.

Oh, ps. I just realised that my computer was stolen on a thursday. I hate thursdays.