Seen/heard, Monday, August 11, 2008:

Woke up in Paddington, will sleep in Glasgow. Seen and/or heard throughout the day.

• A man staring morosely into the window of a closed Laundromat at 5:30 AM. I could have understood if at that time of the morning he—like I—was staring morosely into the closed windows of the coffee shop. But to be so upset at not getting to launder your shirts at the crack of dawn?
• A girl on bicycle so pretty I grabbed the man to make him look.
• Amidst the lovely English countryside (seen from the train to Glasgow), a trailer park. Followed immediately by a floating trailer park of houseboats. Quite odd looking.
• Why are houses just so much cuter here? Row houses are sexy, town houses like the new ones being built by our park aren’t. Inherently what’s the difference? I know, I know, it’s older and they’re probably building those same modern townhomes on the outskirts of London or Paris or wherever. It just kills me there isn’t standard good craftsmanship anymore. Will people in a hundred years think early 21st century townhouses are sexy?
• Sheep, pigs, cows (seen from the train)
• A wind farm, very pretty.