Well, my seasons haven't been the most productive as I'm sure you know and I struggle to sit idly. I had been freelancing for researchers and compiling their field notes into legible reading to be published for them but that wasn't as productive as I'd have liked. And so..I spoke with my father about getting a job at the museum. I'm certainly smart enough and I figure if I can't go on grand adventures to far away places, I can do it through the exhibits at the museum.

Of course, it was a bit of an argument at first but finally he saw my reasoning and allowed me to come to London to speak with them. It was meant to be a quick trip to simply see what they would offer by way of position. Only, the director was so excited and pleased with my resume he insisted on showing me around in a behind the scenes sort of tour and then he all but hired me on the spot. But by the time we were done, the fog must have spread over home and I was unable to return! Father has made some arrangements luckily, but now I'm stuck in London. I supposed I can start my job now!