After my f irst busy 24 hours on the island I wish I could say I had a wonderful sleep. Not! When will you ever learn Laurie? Ever since my gallbladder was removed in 2004 my system cannot handle too much greasy food. Every once in a while when I am on holiday I forget. It's usually the combination of a fried English breakfast and fish and chips for supper....I try not to do that but it's happened enough times and sometimes quite dramatically. A London Underground station (or two) and a bus stop got samples of my DNA one evening back in 2007; I still shudder in embarrassment but it could have been worse - I could have upchucked over everybody around me in "Mary Poppins" - luckily I had the sense to leave at intermission. Anyway, you're not reading my travel blog to hear about that but as I've always said life isn't always fun and games on the road either. So if I am having a lovely cooked English breakfast I have to know that I am not heading out
Tales of travel from a sixty plus girl at heart from the prairies of Canada.