To London

Mumzie, Pooty, and I gathered in London. It was a miracle.  We arranged to meet outside customs and it somehow all worked WITHOUT A CELL PHONE!

Can you believe it?  WITHOUT A CELL PHONE I REPEAT!  I know. Amazing.

Anyhow, my plane arrived early and so I paid for a "Coke Lite" with my left kidney and then I waited.  Those 50 feet that follow custom's exit might be 50 of the happiest feet on this green earth.  For an hour I watched plane loads of people exit, pause ... look expectantly(!), and then smile and move forward.

A happy place indeed.

And then I saw this happy site.  Such smiles.  A very happy place for sure.