Fox in the box
Well a more apt title would be fox on the lawn but I kind of like the whole expression 'fox in the box' .
As I understand it's a technical term for being in the right place at the right time when it comes to scoring a goal from withing the penalty box... A prime example of an individual with this skill being Ruud van Nistelroy.
Anyways getting back to the point, there was a fox trotting across my sister's apartment lawn this morning... quite a smart chappie, surprisingly big, with nice black socks. So, to put not too fine a point on it, am in the mother land, the queen's own country UK even...
Was quite an uneventful flight from India on the whole. Had a four hour layover at Abu Dhabi airport, which was quite nice, it even had free internet and stuff, although the duty free left much to be desired, waaaaay too pricey, they need to do better if they ever want to match online retailers like amazon...
Touched down at Manchester airport at about a quarter to seven in the evening, with the pilot announcing the outside temperature to be 15 degrees centigrade... as I looked out at the seemingly bright sunshine outside the aircraft, I couldn't help thinking to myself,"mmm maybe I didn't pack enough warm clothes after all..."
It did get quite a bit cooler by the time I actually collected my baggage, completed all of my immigration formalities and left the airport an hour or so later. But I did manage to hop the train out to Leeds without too much difficulty, to meet my sister and her friend at the station.
Zonked out soon after grabbing a bite to eat, then woke up in the morning for a lazy breakfast and a sight of the aforementioned fox. Then proceeded on a tour of Leeds where I picked up a pretty cool Bob Marley poster a mosaic of a number of Marley records and record covers (a little something to decorate my room:)
With three university campuses and at least a hundred thousand full time and part time students, there were an awful lot of students thronging almost every place we went to. Nevertheless there was a lot of old interspersed with the new...
Some of the architecture was really in the old style, I kept thinking of movies like Mary Poppins and Chitty Chitty bang bang with the roof tops and chimneys and red brick houses and the like The Leeds corn exchange and the open market were both fascinatingly quaint. Sadly however, pictures will only have to happen on my next trip, as I don't have a camera and my Sis's camera was uncharged
The Leeds river was really a disappointment though, it was pretty much the same size as Chennai's Coomb or practically any nali you can think of back home in India. It's quite a small place on the whole, having got used to the vast expanses of the US, as an example of the 'western' world, it was nice to see things a lot closer, and of course the public transport here is bloody brilliant, miles and miles better than the US, quite good even in a relatively smallish town like this one...
As I understand it's a technical term for being in the right place at the right time when it comes to scoring a goal from withing the penalty box... A prime example of an individual with this skill being Ruud van Nistelroy.
Anyways getting back to the point, there was a fox trotting across my sister's apartment lawn this morning... quite a smart chappie, surprisingly big, with nice black socks. So, to put not too fine a point on it, am in the mother land, the queen's own country UK even...
Was quite an uneventful flight from India on the whole. Had a four hour layover at Abu Dhabi airport, which was quite nice, it even had free internet and stuff, although the duty free left much to be desired, waaaaay too pricey, they need to do better if they ever want to match online retailers like amazon...
Touched down at Manchester airport at about a quarter to seven in the evening, with the pilot announcing the outside temperature to be 15 degrees centigrade... as I looked out at the seemingly bright sunshine outside the aircraft, I couldn't help thinking to myself,"mmm maybe I didn't pack enough warm clothes after all..."
It did get quite a bit cooler by the time I actually collected my baggage, completed all of my immigration formalities and left the airport an hour or so later. But I did manage to hop the train out to Leeds without too much difficulty, to meet my sister and her friend at the station.
Zonked out soon after grabbing a bite to eat, then woke up in the morning for a lazy breakfast and a sight of the aforementioned fox. Then proceeded on a tour of Leeds where I picked up a pretty cool Bob Marley poster a mosaic of a number of Marley records and record covers (a little something to decorate my room:)
With three university campuses and at least a hundred thousand full time and part time students, there were an awful lot of students thronging almost every place we went to. Nevertheless there was a lot of old interspersed with the new...Some of the architecture was really in the old style, I kept thinking of movies like Mary Poppins and Chitty Chitty bang bang with the roof tops and chimneys and red brick houses and the like The Leeds corn exchange and the open market were both fascinatingly quaint. Sadly however, pictures will only have to happen on my next trip, as I don't have a camera and my Sis's camera was uncharged
The Leeds river was really a disappointment though, it was pretty much the same size as Chennai's Coomb or practically any nali you can think of back home in India. It's quite a small place on the whole, having got used to the vast expanses of the US, as an example of the 'western' world, it was nice to see things a lot closer, and of course the public transport here is bloody brilliant, miles and miles better than the US, quite good even in a relatively smallish town like this one...
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