Fortunately, I only puked on the plane and in a plant at immigration. (For which I was so out of it, I forgot to apologize to the agents. Happily, they let me in anyway.) I've been feeling much better, and even ate a fantastic Indian dinner last night. Thanks for the well wishes!!!
This afternoon, we are heading out for tea and hopefully, if all goes well, we can convince Mara to journey over to Brick Lane for bagels with salt beef (corned beef). Mara took me to this Jewish place last time I was in London (Jan. 2006) and I salivate just thinking about it. Then, hopefully, on to Harrod's so Sara can buy her mum-in-law some perfume and we can poke around the food section, which always entertains me to no end. Also perhaps an exhibit of functioning adult slides at the Tate Modern.
No puking=good time. No octopodes involved. (I only wrote that so I can use my cool octopus label. Although I do hope that Husband had the sense to throw away the remaining octopi/octopodes that I left in the refridgerator...)
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The Brits are way too lax on who they let in their country. The US would NEVER let someone pass through immigration just because they were puking. That's how the terrorists win.
ReplyDeleteAlso, Craig brought up the point that you are probably puking from the octopodes. (EWW) and I quote: "it takes a few days for pukitude to vest."
I'm glad you're feeling better. Now I'm craving a bagel with salt beef!
ReplyDeleteglad you're feeling less puke-y.
ReplyDeleteyou must go to my olde dutch to eat if you still have meals that are unscheduled! it's near the british museum. yummy pancakes/crepes the size of yer head! i've eaten there every single time i've been in london.