Guess our pilots finally got a pair and decided to put us on the ground. I couldn't see a damned thing until our wheels touched Limey tarmac. Should I not have said that? Limey tarmac? Was that wrong?
I've just done that connecting flight thing some airports are especially diabolical at where you follow a bad joke of signs and corridors through an infinite series of labyrinths and passages until finally reaching civilization. Still, my original London to Frisco leg flight was canceled and now I have a six hour layover. I thought about going into town and, while I love London, I've already seen every last cathedral, wharf, and museum in the place and so have decided to bivouac here in Purgatory.
Of course, there is a Harrods in here in case I need to get a new posh frock.
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