Heathrow arrival: Already we are 2-2 at following instructions. When in London . . .
For Cadbury Creme Egg purists like me, this is sacrilege.Decided not to lunch here.Or here. We may come back when we are dead, for the WIFI.Best guess: “Beware of Car-Shaped Pigeon Excrement”We also declined — forgot our towels . . .Don’t do it! Not every bird can produce car-shaped feces.
British efficiency.No wonder tourism is booming here.Not at all convincing.
The Queen’s Birthday 41 gun salute, Hyde Park. Tempted to holler, “The British are coming!” but the cannons are real.Pretty sure he’s catching the afternoon matinee.
Who says Blood Pudding can’t be whimsical?Churchill Impression. Fail. I hope.
We may be here for awhile. (Less wait time at Stonehenge, probably.)
The Narrows 