I arrived in London yesterday and succeeded in not getting lost although dragging my suitcase around the tube (subway) and the city was a pain in the fanny. Just kidding, you can't say fanny here becuse it means vagina.
Jet lag is just about as bad as a hangover. Tracy's apartment is cool, they are the only tentants in a cosmetic surgery clinic. (No I haven't signed up for anything yet.) Of course Allie is darling and she pooped on Tracy this morning. Sleeping has been wierd so I took the 5am feeding this morning. We are getting ready to go out now.
P.S. Dad- it was a 747, a bunch o feet of wingspan and tall too. Sorry, can't remember the footage but every seat had a personal entertainment sytem where you could watch movies, TV and listen to music.
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