Day 2a: not much so far.
My accent apparently now classifies as "weird and difficult to locate" with people. I blame
People with rooms to the front are complaining about party-goers having arguments on the street. I am so blessed with a room to the rear with nothing worse than a washing machine directly under the window in the extension below. OTOH, I now realize that the sudden cracking noise I woke up to this night was my cheap sunglasses snapping in two under their own weight. No srsly! They were fine when I put them down last night, they were broken this morning.
Rain forecast for today. Better look up where the cinema is, just in biebercase. Turtles or Ghostbustresses (Ghostbusts?), the choice may be mine. Also, put aside small change for penny arcade, if need be. (Luckily, I don't have a gambling problem. Just a craving to re-watch Blackpool. Possibly with singing along, but alas, I didn't bring it with me. In a world where I didn't care about money, my home NAS would be in reach and my home DSL would have enough upstream to, err, stream.)
Had a careful stab at the mushrooms this morning (I think Leslie might have mixed up the two plates she brought in at the same time, because I may have overheard a "oh you can have some of my mushrooms if you want" from the table behind me), and I don't think I've missed anything in the past 30 years, thankyou. (36-year-old me realizes that accidentally getting a poisonous mushroom in your tin of Tesco value is impossible, but some habits are hard to shake, as the actor said to mother superior.)