We landed uneventfully at Gatwick Airport (I think I prefer Gatwick at 6:30 am over Heathrow at noon and Glasgow at 6:00) and eased our way into polite society via train to Victoria Station where we stashed our bags at the Left Luggage department (for a reasonable price)before beginning a seven hour wander-fest in downtown London.
The tube was successfully manoevered, and the over land train competantly caught, and after a delicious pub meal on the way home we arrived at journey's end here in Kendal.
Randall was sleeping when I went up around 10:00 last night, and he was still sleeping when I came down at 11:00 this morning. (I'm giving him until noon, when it will be time to eat, as I thought it wiser to wait an hour for lunch than to mix things up by breakfasting at 11:00).
We'll also need to find a store. You remember the niggling in my brain?
I went to dress this morning to discover not one pair of my socks in the suitcase.
I do have three choices, at least. There are always choices. Borrow a kindly offered pair from my hostess, use a pair of Randall's manly black ones, or go in search of new ones barefoot in my shoes.
At least it's just socks :)
There was some other funny story I was formatting for re-telling, but I'm afraid the socks pushed it right out if my head! There's a Wifi signal here though, so when I think of it, I'm sure you'll know.