Low-key Saturday

Off to a rip roaring start to my trip--- I slept till 12:30pm, got up, showered, ate lunch, and got on the Internet to post this.

Now you all can see why I come to England! I'm a mad woman! :>

Usually, when I come to the UK (on the trips I've made when I was over 35 years old), I take a 4-hour nap on the first day, and then I'm ready to go (in the old days, I'd just hit the ground running). Since I didn't get that opportunity yesterday, that means today, I'm really tired. This will gradually dissipate over time, but, always the morning after my first day in the UK is the roughest for jetlag. And it's important that I don't overdo or else I could get a cold... We don't want that!

Lunch consisted of a loaf of garlic bread that we hadn't eaten at Bella Italia last night, and an assortment of pates (the mediterranean pate was particularly fabulous), fruit and nuts.

We discussed death and dealing with death for the most part of our meal (Sounds like a fun time, eh?) .

I've been invited to Kent next Friday to see Kathy's Mom and Dad, who's turning 70 next weekend. Sounds like fun. Paul and Gillie are lovely people.

In about an hour, we're going down to Vince and Kathy's local village hall to watch France and Wales play in the 6 Nations rugby tournament. It's on television, and we could watch it from home, but going to the village hall with other Welsh fans should prove a unique experience. I'm looking forward to seeing the game through the eyes of the local fan base, but I'm not looking forward to smelling like an ashtray. Unfortunately, smoking is allowed in the village hall.

I wish the Welsh team good luck... Thankfully, rugby fans are not as insane as British Football (soccer) fans, so even if they don't win, at least there won't be a riot. :>

Pip pip!
D.