UK June 2011 – Day 2. Here I am once more in the land where the plural of Lego is what it should be –
Lego. We arrived at London Heathrow on time, just after nine am. I was disappointed that the UK immigration chap-ess didn’t bother to say “Welcome to the UK” but heigh-ho. My brother was waiting in arrivals to take us to Portsmouth though he was too busy playing with his Blackberry to notice that we had arrived; giving us the chance to creep up and surprise him.
On the flight over I’d come up with a plan of action to deal with the broken lens. Once back at Ian’s place a quick Internet check confirmed my recollection of the location of a camera repair shop, so tomorrow we can drop the lens off, and hopefully, it will be repaired before we head off traveling.
It’s quite strange being back in the UK – the most striking thing (apart from the cars being on the wrong side of the road) is the very funny accents all the people have here, my ear is obviously thoroughly tuned to the American accent, and apart from my family everyone sounds like they are from some parody of a south London suburb.
We got to go and get my nephew and niece from school before being dropped off at my son’s flat. It was a struggle to stay awake until eleven pm to reset our clocks to UK time but we managed it – just. We were about to get into bed when I realized I’d not taken a picture for the day, so here I am, last thing at night with some of Robert’s Lego models.Copyright © 2011 Gary Allman, all rights reserved.