technology immigrant

Being an old fart, I am a technology immigrant as opposed to a technology native (terms I picked up from Colin's class he is teaching here...) I bought a new cell phone before we left the US, one that has a camera. Here I am squinting through my bifocals trying to work out how to make the thing work with some degree of control. And in public too. 

We were at the Jam Factory, a funky little cafe and art space housed in the old Frank Cooper's Marmalade Factory building - you know the kind that says Oxford marmalade... They do really good coffee, but surprisingly, only scented teas like Earl Grey and lapsang souchong, and not in a pot either. I opted for a large cappuccino, which was quite delicious.
Tonight we scrounged our way into (free) dinner at Worcester College. If there are spare seats, faculty can dine there. We have to stand outside, like Oliver Twist, and wait to see if there's room. How humiliating. For this food, I'll stand a little humiliation. The Hall was barely a third full as many of the students have taken themselves off to other places for the weekend and aren't yet back. The menu:

tomato soup

pork chops

roasted potatoes

mixed steamed vegetables

apple and pear crumble with custard

coffee in the cloisters

Feeling somewhat full, stuffed actually, Colin and I took a leisurely post prandial stroll along the riverside path down to Folly Bridge. At this point the Thames is known as the Isis. The banks are delightfully overgrown with hawthorn, elderberry, stinging nettles, borage, campion, rose mallow and other plants.

Spotted in a shop window as we made our way back through town to the hobbit house. All taken with the cell phone camera!