What a morning. Up to early and everyone, read Emily and Michael are in foul moods. Michael is just an ass. Emily was fine till we realized, by getting in, that the shower puts out cold water. Only. In spite of the burn warnings posted. That’s a cruel joke. My lovely wife requires a hot shower. Every day. This really put her off. But an hour later she is fine and dandy. Michael is still a jerk.
We managed to stay absolutely on schedule despite all the transit problems. Such as the GD ticket machines in Victoria Station not accepting any form of payment from us. Fortunately, I know what to do. Find a human. We did. I am now on the Gatwick express. Which is a sweet ride. Smooth, clean and well appointed. And working WiFi. Unlike the usual London tube which has none of those attributes.
We caught our 830 express on our way to our 1135am flight to Paris. So far, so good. The hotel is a big upgrade as well. This will make all happy. Which is what makes me happy which may help me sleep. One can only wish.
I am gonna nap. Back later.