It is difficult for me to imagine that anyone really wants to read a detailed account of our trip to London. (If I'm wrong, please let me know, and I'll type out a moment by moment account, just for you.) The highlights (or lowlights as you prefer):
- Our flight to London was already delayed as of 8:00 Tuesday morning, more than 14 hours before it was due to depart. As it turned out, that was because we were flying a brand spanking new Dreamliner that had to be checked out before it was permitted to depart London. We all celebrated with cake before boarding the plane, and then proceeded to spend the next seven hours with our kneecaps in our ears. I highly anti-recommend it for people who are taller than four feet. Also, there were no barf bags in any of the seat pockets. Unfortunately, that became relevant.
- Security in Chicago took all of ninety seconds. Passport control in London took more like ninety minutes, made worse by the fact that we got shunted into the "fast line" just in time for them to close three of the five open windows, and by the fact that a certain member of our party was still feeling rather queasy.
- Blaise didn't trust me to manage to use public transportation to get us from the airport to the apartment, so he booked a car for us, which meant that he was outside the apartment building waiting for us when we got there.
- Our apartment can best be described as cozy, with one room that serves as living room, kids' bedroom, and dining room, with the kitchen and laundry wall mostly not hidden behind a set of double doors. There are also a very small bedroom and a bathroom (which is surprisingly large). And six flights of stairs every time we want to go in or out. And four very busy sets of train tracks outside our window, so that it seems hardly a minute passes without some train hurtling past or pulling into the station.
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