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Day 1—Sort of

We arrived in London yesterday, hired a car to Southampton, and have been staying at a hotel there trying to catch up on sleep. I think that's technically impossible. You can try all you want, but you'll never really catch up. On the plane, I had the opportunity to buy a jet lag kit from the duty free catalog. It was full of gunky stuff to keep your face from looking like you've been under water for a week, and I briefly thought that might be a good purchase. I decided against it, but now in retrospect, I'm not so sure that was wise.

We'll board the ship this afternoon at 1:00, so we've got a few more hours to relax at the hotel, waste time on Facebook and have breakfast. Hello to Dive and Beryl and Lynn who are actually in the same time zone as I am for a little bit—your country is lovely, but the lifts are so tiny, if they weren't lined with mirrors, I might have hyperventilated.

Here is my last Small Town Newspaper article for awhile, so I'll link it here. I would like my own country to sing one big song together while we're away so that when we return, everyone will be suitably behaved, full of empathy and respect for their fellow citizens.

Comments

dive said…
Great article, Robyn. Very rousing!
Glad to have you over this side of the pond again. I hope your cruise is wonderful.
3:15 PM
Madame DeFarge said…
All very exciting. Hope you enjoy your trip.
5:27 PM
Cheltenhamdailyphoto said…
he he sorry about the lifts...

It's weird knowing you've been here and I couldn't see you! Even more strange, I used to live just 3 miles from Southampton. I also lived in London but that's another story lol. I hope you found something good about Blighty :)
7:10 PM
Alifan said…
ello dear Robyn, I have been naughty and not been on the nlog much of late, but am catching up....

Have a wonderful holiday my dear, enjoy, and I will love reading all about it when you return....

Bet you are going to look great in all your outfits... I always find pashmina's wonderful for changing an outfit, and in my case they hide a multitude of sins.. tee hee....

Wish we could have met in London again... but never say never....have fun...xx
3:55 AM
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