Sadly I'm happiest 40-thousand-feet up when I'm half in the bag. So, I arrived at Heathrow over tired and hung over from drinking too much on the red-eye.
Ceileigh and I found our mom waiting in the pub of the small, family owned hotel in Horley (outside of Gatwick). Mom had just about finished her first shandy and was ready to start on to the next one when we burst on to the scene.
We embraced her in the dimly lit, red cushioned establishment. We'd only been apart for 2 days, but it was a whole other experience 'rendezvousing' in England.
Getting over jet lag was easy this time, minus my nausea all day. We've pub lunched it and pub dinner'd it since we arrived: lamb shank, mash and mushy peas and the ever important scotch on the rocks. Hmm come to think of it, this could be the source to my stomachs discomfort.
We've spent the last day and a half strolling the streets of this London suburb. Waiting for mid-day Wednesday to roll around. Tomorrow we leave from Gatwick to travel to Athens.
1 comment:
Already loving following you! Pub food is the best in England, and I could do for a scotch on the rocks. Love you beautiful...want to hear lots from Athens!
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Gill
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