It was England hot when I left Harrogate. It’s delightfully cool in London, with a refreshing breeze. I’m wearing my gillet.
The taxi line is moving fast.
Had to look up gillet.
Learned something new, including one of the definitions of gillet is a “flighty young woman”.
Just smashed my head hard on the top of the door-arch getting into the cab. Saw stars. Is that bad?
The taxi what? Why do you Brits have to use completely random words as synonyms for each other?
What the hell do you bloody people call them?
Taxi stand.
There’s even a legal principle called the cab rank rule.
I think that means you are turning into a cartoon character.
That looks like a legit room vs that closet you showed us earlier.
Looks nice!
Where is the commode though?
To the left of the sink.
That does look like a nice room! What’s on the schedule now? It’s 9:30 pm (I googled it) so did you eat on the train?
Do I have to Google this along with gillet? (My phone says gillet isn’t a word.)
I’m gonna need @Jeff_AZ to do a poll on best HP book and best HP movie because this is just so wrong!
Chilling. The hotel is in the heart of central London and it’s crazy busy out there.
Yes. I took a sandwich and drink with me and then they gave me loads of other food. Still stuffed. Though there are some chocolate-covered honeycombs in the mini-bar with my name on them.