Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.” —Samuel Johnson
Mr. Liverpool and I will be leaving on a super big 747 this
Wednesday destined for London.
Typically what happens on these particular flights is Mr. L.
ends up sitting with my boys or whomever because, well, I start talking
stupidly, foolishly, babyishly.
For example, I say
stuff like, “What happens if this
monstrosity runs out of gas,” or “I wonder if that guy in 21B is a terrorist,”
or “um, how is a damn parachute going to work if we are flying over the Atlantic?”
And Mr. L. who was not anxious whatsoever when we first boarded
the super big 747 is now clawing at his arm rests looking rather
pissed off annoyed.
“Excuse me, can we
get some more wine over here, please,” he says to the cute stewardess as she
Yes, LOoooTS of
wine, please, dear.
Okay, I admit, the flight is a bit, shall we say,
nerve-wracking and unsettling, but once we land, I usually glance lovingly at Mr.
L exclaiming something like, “Yeeeees, We made it! We didn’t run out of gasoline!”
Is it just me, or does your partner roll his eyes oodles,
Have I mentioned how much I adore & love London (otherwise known as the pulse of the
universe, or the melting pot of a thousand cities, or the home of Piccadilly Circus and The Virgin Queen, or the place where Harry
–LOVE Buckingham Palace
LOVE my British Family!
LOVE the cute guards at Buck House!
Love connecting with old friends
Btw, How do you like my new hat for my London Wedding next week?
Do you like my new dress for my London Wedding next week, too?
My first Wedding w/ Mr. Liverpool’s Mum. Do you dig the hats?
Darling, Reader, what is one of your favorite vacation spots?
I will not be on social media for a week or so starting on April 24…Even though I shall miss you, quite honesty, I find this wonderfully liberating, dears!