So I get off the plane at Gatwick and instead of going straight to my friend’s house what do you think I did? I’ll give you a hint. I had to pass through London on the way there.
I got off the train and put my luggage in storage for the day and had myself a walk about. I got there early in the morning and called Liv to tell her not to worry about me for dinner. I got on one of those double decker buses and went upstairs to the very first seat and plonked down for about an hour of sightseeing. I meant to get off near Picadilly but got tempted by the Houses of Parliament and got off there. From there I wandered into the Westminster Abbey. Stayed in there for a couple of hours.
Then I just walked and walked and walked until it felt like my muscles were going to fall off the bones. About ten hours of it. I’ve noticed that boots are big this year. So are leggings and fedoras. All the guys have this windswept hair style that looks much like this chicken hairdo I’d shape on the kids when they were babies.
When it got dark I hopped the one hour train to Liv’s and dozed off while this guy with a Cockney accent chatted away. He sounded just like the Geico gekko. I dreamed that little lizard was sitting on my shoulder talking to me. It was quite amusing.