Oh...

and I forgot to add that when going through security at the airport it was not necessary for me to remove my shoes, open my laptop or get patted down.

Although I did have them search my purse and open my "change purse" where I keep a stash of condoms that I keep for wishful thinking/feeling defiant purposes...

I'll take that any day of the year...

I love London

And do you know why?

I can walk around without feeling like that I have been transplanted from another planet...

And this is not because we speak a similar language... (and I say similar because you have to find a plaster at the chemist to cover your blister... or is it a boil? I don't know...)

It is because I can go out to dinner... and have men leer at me like I am an actual woman.

In NYC, or even Chicago, I am invisible or at least a freak...

But London, sweet London is full of men who don't mind women that actually look like women!

WHEE! Can I move there?

On my own...

For the afternoon anyway...

That is right, I will be wandering the streets of London alone today.... PKs business partner arrived today and now there is a new meeting for them to attend...

That is fine, since a walk of a mile and half winded him...

I just find it funny that PK is more solicitous of the partner (it is his first trip across the pond) than I got when I was in labor... sigh. Typical.

I will have to search for a prop for an appropriate Anglophile HNT picture... Maybe a bobby hate? Ahhh yes, a bobby for my booby... sounds about right!

Ohhh and one more thing

Would you believe that the bed in our hotel room is two twins pushed together... and not on a single box springs.... Weird...

Can English bloggers explain this to me?

Or do the people at the hotel just KNOW I have no hope of having sex on this trip?