Highlights:

~ I lost the war for the armrest to my single serving plane buddy (who wasn’t really) – a man on his way to Dubai who dabbed himself endlessly with a blue silk kerchief.
~ I take comfort in the fact that I can still fit comfortably with my head on my feeding tray for napping at 30,000 feet – I’m that tiny. Flashbacks to detention.
~ On landing it was 32F and so foggy I wasn’t aware of our proximity to the ground until our wheels hit it.
~ Four trains and umpteen flights of stairs later (good thing I travel light) I officially love the underground.
~ Based on said tube experience, I understand why folks are so “fit” looking here. I also have black boogs.
~ Speaking of black, it seems to be the fashion color of choice, which makes me very happy.

I’m exhausted. Who knows when I’ll write again…shouldn’t be too long b/c I’ve found that sitting on the floor of Ebeth’s living room I’ve got tons of options for stealing wi-fi.

Oh, and I went by London Bridge today – I’m happy to report it isn’t falling down as previously reported in nursery rhymes.