Tag: London

No, the elevators weren’t fixed, and I made several trips ferrying luggage down for the family. Mary Ann took the car off to get it cleaned up in preparation for turning it back in. She was nervous about it, since the contract had rather draconian penalties for mistakes, and this was our first lease. When… Continue reading Europe Trip

Debra and Mary Ann headed back towards the British Museum, while I stayed at the hotel to pamper my bruised feet. At noon, an alarm went off in my room. I had been dozing and stumbled out of bed to look for an alarm clock. I turned off the TV. I checked the phone. Still… Continue reading Europe Trip