But one way or another we made it here. First, by extremely expensive taxi cab from Heathrow to Charing Cross Station; then, two and a half hour train ride from London to Sandwich; and finally another cab ride to the Molland House. I have included pictures of its interior and exterior above. The owner, Tracy, is extremely outgoing and friendly, and a fantastic cook to boot. Mother and I both had cottage pie for supper. We started things off the English way. We look forward greatly to breakfast tomorrow.
Now I'm typing up this post on Tracy's computer because my wi-fi connection won't work. As usual, technology problems follow me like a shadow. I am always prohibited for some reason, and of course whatever I have is never good enough. Probably why sometimes I'd like to scrap it all. OK, this is not a very upbeat opening to this blog, but this is what jet lag and zero hours of sleep will do to you. Exhausted and tired, this is John FishNChips, Esq., signing off.
I'm glad you made it there safely, John! akg
ReplyDeleteFor those of us not hip on english cuisine, tell us what was in your cottage pie.
ReplyDeleteMeat and potatoes.
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