Tuesday, December 31, 2019
It's 7:15 a.m. and black as night outside. I'm continually surprised by how dark it is here in the winter -- particularly after returning from sunny North Africa.
We did have sunshine yesterday, though, and even though I already have a ridiculous number of pictures to edit from my trip, I decided to take a walk through Chelsea. I needed some new London photos for the ol' blog, and after sitting on airplanes and in airports all day Sunday, I also needed some exercise.
I started at Victoria Station and walked west through Belgravia and down the King's Road, an epicenter of Swinging London in the '60s. It's not all that swinging now -- more gentrified than anything else -- but it was a good walk. I chuckled as I passed the Saatchi Gallery, which is hosting an exhibit of relics from King Tut's tomb. Egypt is following me around!
Olga came home yesterday as expected. She arrived in the morning and after a few minutes of racing around and reuniting herself with her Kong toy, she immediately went to bed. (OUR bed!) I think she's always a little stressed when she's away from home, and it's probably such a relief to her to be back in her environment. She slept all day and she's sleeping now.
Unfortunately, her pink blanet did not come home. Simone forgot it. When I asked about it, she rolled her eyes and said, "From now on, no pink blanket!" I guess most people don't send a blanket with their boarding dogs. I seem to remember Simone almost forgot it last time, too. She's going to deliver it today -- and yeah, from now on, it stays home.
As you can see above, I did get some laundry done. As I was going through pockets I found this:
So we have an accidental souvenir. (It's not worth much -- about 48 British pence or 62 American cents.) I'm glad it wasn't a big bill, but of course, I'd have been less likely to lose one of those.