This morning was fun for a few reasons—both Kevin and Chris were in fun moods, my feet didn’t hurt, and a guy named Pete flirted with me. Plus, we had a spy game going with a company that does similar work. Like Spy vs Spy vs Spy from Mad Magazine.
And also I was right about not being able to sightsee in London, although I did take a few pictures from the cab on the way to London City airport. It’s a tiny little airport near the Millennium Dome where a woman in Security searched all my bags, all the time speaking so softly that I had to lean toward her plus ask her to repeat everything. I wonder if it was a power play.
I checked in at the airport with 30 kg of checked baggage and they didn’t charge me for the extra weight. Kev always has to pay for extra. Afterward I stopped at BR Trattoria for lunch. Very good spinach and ricotta tortellini with bread, water, and coffee. Got the coffee for free, the guy liked my smile. A good deal.
I called Chris and Kevin to tell them to call the same taxi I used. A guy named Gorgi. A great price and beautiful car. Turns out they couldn’t use him because he was already booked for the evening. Too bad.
And the cabbie I had from Manchester Airport to my flat was wonderful too. He carried my 30 kg bag up to the third floor. That’s over 66 pounds. I’d carried it downstairs and just couldn’t make myself drag it back upstairs. I gave him €8, since I was out of £ once I paid for the cab ride. He said it was fine as he was going to Amsterdam next week on holiday. When I got home there was an email from Beata and Jill caught me with an IM. I’m a lucky bug.
Also, an acquaintance from CSz on the west coast wrote with questions about England. She’s now reading my blog and enjoying it.
I caught up on some TV that I’d recorded and just relaxed. Only unpacked absolute necessities. Not only a lucky bug, but a lazy one as well.
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