On arrival at Gatwick (via 3 trains) this morning we discovered a wee issue with my passport which involved a $200 ticket change fee, a trip to the Embassy (via 3 more trains), a $95 emergency passport, a trip to Ebeths office to get her keys (via 2 trains) and back to her flat (via the final 2 trains) for another night in London.
Details later. I’ll be sitting here trying to figure out how the universe managed to get this child harness thing on me. Yanking me around muttering “not so fast, missy” , I’m completely at the mercy of a whim that’s not my own.
Kissy boo.
17 Oct 06
8:22 am
[...] The second picture was taken in a photo booth in the US Embassy in London. I’d just washed my hat hair in the ladies room sink and shoved the last of my octaginal coins into a slot in the wall. [...]