I'm using one of those crazy \european keyboards in the private airport lounge so excuse the many typing errors you might find in this post., We have the lounge all to ourselves just now, sitting looking out at the planes on the runway, drinking complimentary rum and cokes at 10:40 a.m. \in my case, I'm drinking in the hopes that the rum will mitigate my desolation at having to leave home. \greg's drinking in the hopes that it may help his back over the next 11 hours. \in any case, we're already as good as gone from \london. And yes, dear Reader, whilst Greg has no idea (the poor sod) I'm already formulating ideas for my return. In fact, I'm thinking that maybe the next time I return, some of you will be with me. And Victoria. How does a Number One London tour to England sound? Sounds a bit of alright to me, but let me know your thoughts on the idea. Right then, off for another snort, a few tears and then to board. Sigh. P.S. as you see, I've already broken one of my resolutions below by not waiting a month to plan my next trip to merry old. I told you I'm no good at this resolution thing.
Labels: Kristine Hughes, London at the New Year