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I’ve posted the best of the remaining London photos. These are from the British Museum, the Lord Mayor’s procession, and Portobello Road.

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Thank you. That is all.

Posting has been non-existent these last couple of days because I am fighting off a particularly nasty cold. I came down with it hard while also doing battle with a really evil migraine, and the ensuing time has been spent mostly in trying to kick it as quickly as possible.

Life has marched on, of course, and I’ll probably have something to say about that when I’m not so whooped. Back soon, guys.

Fray Day was a smash. Thanks everybody, especially to those of you who helped by getting the setup rolling while I was delayed on the Metro.

Getting home was another story.

Too tired to tell it now. Off to bed.

Remember everybody, tonight is Fray Day DC! Open Mic storytelling, the chance to make new friends, and the Best. Cake. Ever.

If you love me, you’ll come. *bats eyelashes*

By the way, this is me making an ass of myself in the British Museum.

Due to the aforementioned incident with the missing underthings from my suitcase, I took the excuse to go lingerie shopping at Harrod’s.

Now, you must understand, ordinarily I buy my knickers at the likes of Target and TJ Maxx. Because I am cheap, you see. Also, I am picky about bras and when I find one I like, I will often buy several of the same type just so I don’t have to go through the labor of finding another one.

The men’s restroom at Harrod’s happens to be right next to the lingerie section. So while Tom availed himself of the facilities, I did some browsing. When I saw 62-pound price tags on some of the bras, I expected to walk away empty-handed; the exchange rate made that about a $120 bra. But gradually, I drifted toward the back and found the cutest pink satin set with little black daisies printed on it. Just then, Tom found me, glanced at the items I was so wistfully examining, and said, “Those would be really cute on you.” I sighed. “I know, but I’m not sure I can justify 50 pounds for underwear.” “Well, it’s up to you, babe.” So we wandered around the lingerie displays a bit more (which he didn’t seem to mind at all) so I could see what the other options were. I became convinced that there was nothing there I liked as much as the little pink satin things. I looked up at Tom and said, “You liked those pink ones, didn’t you.” He grinned a little and nodded.

So I bought them. They are the most expensive pieces of underwear I own, but I love them.

We’re home! The cat is currently alternating between curling up and purring and chewing on us for our audacity. Oh yeah, and giving me that huge-eyed, Puss-in-Boots look. Goofy animal.

Got to Heathrow this morning in plenty of time and had a much better flight than last time. Upon arrival at Dulles, the transition through immigration and customs was relatively smooth. I have to wonder, though, what exactly is it that the customs agents do? The one let me through sort of glanced at my declaration card, noted the food items I had listed on it, tilted his head and said, “Anything else?” “Nope, that’s it!” And he nodded and let me through.

I realize that I don’t look like an international drug smuggler, but I had expected maybe a little more thoroughness now that Customs is under Homeland Security. Not that I’m complaining, mind you- Upon arriving in London, I discovered that my deodorant and a bra were missing from my suitcase. Some pervy TSA agent is now wearing my underwear….

And I’m sure Tom will post a rant about this, but let’s just say that the Super Shuttle is not terribly Super. It took 3 hours to get home from the time we checked in at the Super Shuttle Desk.

But we’re home now and recovering from the jet lag. Yay.

We’re heading home today. We’ll get in around 3 PM and will spend the rest of the day relaxing and trying to apologize to the cat for leaving him alone for a week.

This has been just the right amount of vacation, and I feel like I’m ready to go home. There will be more photos, but the ones from the Lord Mayor’s Show require some editing so I probably won’t get them posted before I have to leave for the airport.

Went to the British Museum today and saw the Rosetta Stone and Parthenon sculptures. For free.

Suck it, London Transport Museum.