So let me go back to the time in London. We had left Dundas on a Friday evening, taking the overnight flight to London. BA was good, and we were in Premium Economy, which meant extra room and more perks—you know, the kind of things we all used to get for free. And we (or at least, I) actually got to sleep a bit while in flight. Of course, just to make that more interesting, they serve supper at about midnight Dundas time. After cleaning up, it was after one when I got to sleep, and they wake you at about four AM Dundas time, for what they hopefully call a breakfast, and to get ready for landing.
London was cold and rainy, not terribly inducive to going out. But going out we did, taking the bus to see Trinity House where Dan and Katy are to be wed. This was a place built during the time of Henry VIII as a place where the guardians of traffic on the Thames could hang out, then becoming an administrative home for the Lighthouse Authority for the UK. It was bombed in the War, rebuilt and added to, but still has very much the feel of genteel power. And white male dominance (although Princess Anne is now a member—they call them "brothers"). It is beautiful, awesome in the complete sense of the word, but friendly as well, and very welcoming to both Katy and Dan. In short, wonderful.
A quiet evening talking about weddings and such, a fair bit of play with our grand-kitties, and an early bedtime completed the day.
Sunday included a mandatory trip to the Maltby Market, this time with Jim and Claire (Katy's parents) as well. Partly to see the location of the wedding reception, and partly to, well, just indulge. Again, a very nice time, marred only a bit by a fall that Claire had in the Market which left her with a sore knee and thumb. Both Darlene and I had some napping to do, to catch up on our time getting to London. So they day was lazy, but pleasant. And followed by a similar day on Monday, also at home (I don't think I went outside at all).
Which brings us to the Tuesday, another day of long travel. Another lazy day at home for the morning, before catching the taxi to Heathrow and getting on the plane for Cape Town. Twelve fitful hours, a few hours sleep, some discomfort, and just plain tedium got us to this warm, sunny clime at an early hour of the morning. A long cab ride into town through the morning rush hour, and we were back at Don and Patricia's lovely place for a second stay in the Mother City.
What we didn't expect was how tired we were. I thought I would lie down for an hour or so, and be fine. Darlene felt she didn't need to really lie down. We both slept for six hours, right though the remaining hours of morning and well into the afternoon. In the end, we walked over to Derry Street, did some shopping for the B&B, and had a lovely supper at the Sidewalk Café. Now home, I am fading fast and looking longingly at my bed for the night. We are getting old.
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