What an impressive pile of boxes! Congratulations on getting everything sorted and packed up. What did you decide to do about the ink cartridges?
Belated birthday wishes
! Both the cake and the sundae look delicious. Today, my youngest chickens are one year old, and I gave them some special snacks with their breakfast. Tomorrow is my birthday, and I doubt they will do anything for me
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One of the lowlights of my trip to England was the day the group went to Bath. I am prone to motion sickness but had been doing well -- until then. On the bus, my stomach began to roll; I ended up riding with a leftover airline sickness bag stuck to my face.
I got inside at the Roman Baths but saw very little. The American wife of the tour leader walked me outside, and we sat on a bench in the middle of a lovely plaza where street musicians were playing. At first I protested that there was bird poop on the bench, but Ginger said it was dried, that I needed to sit down. I had no fight in me, and immediately sat.
She walked away for a few minutes to talk with her husband, I think, and I was suddenly so tired, that I tipped over and laid down on the bench. All of a sudden, I hear Ginger, running up and excitedly saying, "Sit up, sit up. You look like a homeless person!"
I got a ride back to the hotel with a family on the tour that was heading back early. Ginger did her best to get us a car, but she clearly wasn't making progress with the driver. Her husband, who is British, took her phone and said loudly, "The driver speaks English, not American!" He was right, the driver showed up in no time and took us back to the hotel in Bristol.
BTW, the Poet's Corner at Westminster is incredible. So many talented and wonderful people are memorialized. Plus, the Coronation Chair -- one of the most famous pieces of furniture in the world -- is on display. I watched on TV when King Charles used it during his coronation. Also, we were in London on the day of the Trooping of the Colours and got the fastest, tiniest glimpse of King Charles.
Belated birthday wishes


One of the lowlights of my trip to England was the day the group went to Bath. I am prone to motion sickness but had been doing well -- until then. On the bus, my stomach began to roll; I ended up riding with a leftover airline sickness bag stuck to my face.
I got inside at the Roman Baths but saw very little. The American wife of the tour leader walked me outside, and we sat on a bench in the middle of a lovely plaza where street musicians were playing. At first I protested that there was bird poop on the bench, but Ginger said it was dried, that I needed to sit down. I had no fight in me, and immediately sat.
She walked away for a few minutes to talk with her husband, I think, and I was suddenly so tired, that I tipped over and laid down on the bench. All of a sudden, I hear Ginger, running up and excitedly saying, "Sit up, sit up. You look like a homeless person!"
I got a ride back to the hotel with a family on the tour that was heading back early. Ginger did her best to get us a car, but she clearly wasn't making progress with the driver. Her husband, who is British, took her phone and said loudly, "The driver speaks English, not American!" He was right, the driver showed up in no time and took us back to the hotel in Bristol.
BTW, the Poet's Corner at Westminster is incredible. So many talented and wonderful people are memorialized. Plus, the Coronation Chair -- one of the most famous pieces of furniture in the world -- is on display. I watched on TV when King Charles used it during his coronation. Also, we were in London on the day of the Trooping of the Colours and got the fastest, tiniest glimpse of King Charles.