I love London. I was only there for three hours in transit, but I love the way it looks, the way it's all centred around an excellent public transport system, the sense of economy (in everything but actual money). I have a suspicion that my impressions of America and Houston will change after two weeks away. Already today I've remembered so many things I miss.
In other news, I'm on the train on the way to visit my auntie in the Lakes District. Have been feeling a little off in the tummy ever since the descent into Heathrow, so will stop staring at a computer screen. But hurrah for my excellent little 10-inch computer, which is connecting me to the internet whilst being ever-so-portable. Listen to that. "Ever-so-portable." My language changes the instant I'm in the U.K. The part of me that is made up of my father's genes eats up everything else and makes me speak like I live here.
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