11 or so hours of sleep later my brain is a tad less fuzzy and able to function, albeit in a somewhat reduced manner.
Note to self: next time fly Business Class, forget the kid’s inheritance. Enough said, and I’m sure that the six movies I watched had nothing to do with the inability to sleep. Cheryl has said though that one good thing has come out of the experience of flying 23 hours in Economy – that is the enjoyment you get when you can actually lie down and stretch out in a real bed!
Our hotel, The Cardiff, is right near Paddington Station and very centrally located. We’ve had a full day now of hop on hop off buses plus a great cruise on the Thames.
The famous author Samuel Johnson once said ‘When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life.’ I would have to say that he has a good point. There is so much life, history and energy here that it is hard not to enjoy yourself and to some extent, walk around with your mouth hanging open like some gawpy tourist. (oops, I am!)
I love the sense of continuity here, of developing civilisation that reaches back much further than anything you’ll ever see at Richmond in Tassie.
However, I think my favorite experience is going up to a train station attendant who is also a very, very black woman with dreadlocks, asking her a question and she replies with a brilliant Cockney accent – priceless.
Weather yesterday was quite good, today it was freezing – but at least it hasn’t rained and the forecast is for warmer weather as the week ends.
The responses to my location updates on F/B have been encouraging, upbuilding and without a trace of envy or jealousy. Thanks to those who have contributed!
Long enough, tall tales will continue anon.