Because We Can

Ms. Getthere Inpentyoftime was cracking her whip this mornining and her servant was ready on time. Good Bob. At 5:45 in the morning Holborn Station was not exactly buzzing with activity. The big smile is because we had timed it right, or maybe it was because I had actually listened to her when she said what time she wanted to at the station. Good Bob. It was an easy trip out to Heathrow, which is just one of the reasons we always stay at the Travelodge on Holborn. It's hard to believe they had this sign up welcoming Linda to the terminal, for Linda is the Queen of our family while I am no more than her lowly man servant, scraping my chin on the floor in devotion to her lovely countenance. I sometime wonder if Sam Cooke had it right. We were at the gate 2 hours before departure, meaning I am really in her good graces for the moment. With a form life filled with air travel, my attitude is that if make the flight it it soon enough to get to the airport...

Today is our last full day in London. One last chimney pot photo out the window near the elevators in the hotel. Now that it's time to leave London we learn that just a couple blocks away is a Dutch pancake restaurant where they have those little Dutch pancakes we loved so much in Amsterdam. The good thing is that now we know it's here, we have another reason to come back to London. Nothing like a little blur to show the movement of the approaching train. What the little blue sign above the seat says. Linda always goes for the seats as they are usually empty. And that's all I'm going to say about it. Smart Bob A couple weeks ago I posted a photo of me standing beside the statue outside the Tower underground station and I believe I said the statue was of Julius Caesar. Wrong! Humbled Bob. Similar to the pose from last time except I'm using my other hand to grab the scroll he holds in his hand. The shadow makes it h...