I hate flying ... I left home at 6:30 p.m. on Thursday, transferred to Tammy's van, and reached the airport at 8:15, took off at 10:15, ate terrible food and watched movies on a tiny screen set about 12 inches from my glasses, and arrived at Heathrow exhausted at 10 a.m. London time (4 a.m. Ottawa time). Then I made my way under London ... three trains ... and arrived at Islington's Archway station at noon. The phone did not work so I couldn't call Nolan as planned. I hoofed it, pack on back, little red suitcase trundling along behind me, and was welcomed with a hug, a cup of tea and the chance to sleep for two hours before visiting Pat for the first time.
More about time together after our visit this morning.