Upon landing at Heathrow I immediately became confused by the language difference. English, how does that go again? I suddenly got in to a panic as I stumbled to speak fluent English. It has been eight months since I have spoken just English and a spin I was in! Don’t worry I soon remembered how to speak it again after a couple of days.
Our neighbourly church, St Paul’s who reminded me of the time every 15 minutes, even through the night! Dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong! Needless to say I slept fitfully.
Because London was just a stopover to get to Scotland, after meeting my mum, dragged her around to all the photographic shops and exhibitions. Could not miss a show either in West End, so chose my favourite book and saw it in 3D! Wicked was wicked. Took a while to get over the singing and overacting (just not a regular at shows) and got right in to it (you would love it Tiina).
To get around the ever-expanding city, we mostly rode the subway, many lines of which were out of action at some point or other. In this event we took the crowded red double-decker buses. A london cab was off limits due to the cost, but like most of the transport in London was new but made to look old, very strange!
Also made an effort to meet the locals, most of who were friendly, except this guy. I’m told they are not to smile, but a nod or twinkle of acknowledge wouldn’t go astray, grumpy bugger!
A visit to the local neighbourhoods was also called for and a good pint to wash the days grumpy old men memories away.
Actually, discovered that pints are pretty damned big over on the mother isle! So big in fact that it took so long to down that we missed our flight to Edinburgh and had to wait for the next flight, oops! Oh well, time for another pint then me love.