It's slightly less than 2 hours before my flight. I blame
lyricagent for this ease I had being timely: some lessons one doesn't unlearn.Vague irony: I'm smoking British cigarettes for my last stateside hurrah of tobacco (for a couple of weeks, anyways).
And it's apparently sweltering over there. This should be fun...
...but hey, I get to do London's Pride festivities. So, something new. Also, I will be buying the hi-tops I've been coveting for a couple of months (and my thanks to those whose generosity was going to make this happen without the trip!).
My wish to get off the plane with pounds sterling in hand, in case I can't find an ATM, has resulted in the propitious sum of 42 BPS in the wallet. Well-omened, perhaps?
All in all, should be like old home week. Just wondering how much of a right royal pain Croydon -> central London runs via public transit.
