I find myself in London this week. What a privilege, and Tom was even able to tag along. He has to put up with my working, but we will squeeze in some sightseeing as well. (As I type this, I am hearing myself say it in "British". By the end of the week I'm afraid I'll bloody speak it too.
Today, when asked if he wanted a newspaper, Tom smartly remarked "I don't read British, sorry."
Our guide, with his dry British wit, kept us very well entertained. "This first-class cruiser has many exits. In case of an emergency, please exit . . . any where you bloody like." And, "if you find your life jacket doesn't work, please return it to us and we will give you a new one."
^ The actual London bridge happens to be one of the most understated on the river. This is not the original. That one, as you may remember, fell down. This one was mostly built by women during the war. Leave it to the ladies to be the practical ones. Our tour guide tried to point out its flaws as we floated under it, but we all knew he wouldn't be finding any. After all, it was built by women.
^ This is the London Eye, the largest observation wheel in the world. Each car holds 25 people, and it actually takes a full 1/2 hour to revolve one turn. Our guide said you can actually get married in one. They have you married by the time you hit the top, and it's all downhill from there.