I promise to bore you with lots of photos and tales from England soon, and tomorrow I will start the unweildy task of sorting through over 600 digital photos (and those are just mine, wait until the CDs from all the relatives start pouring in!)... which I should have plenty of time to do because I won't be unpacking. Yes, all three suitcases apparently did not make it onto our connecting flight out of Washington DC even though we sat on the airplane for over an hour in the sweltering heat (it was so lovely and cool in England) because, we were told, they were loading all the baggage! Not ours, apparently. I'm not too worried about the clothes, but if my souvenirs are lost there will be hell to pay.
That last flight was pretty wretched, with the May Queen WAY beyond when she should be sleeping and constantly pulling on my arm despite my pleas for her to stop and me turning my face out the window and fighting back tears as my husband tried to calm her down and I mentally abused myself for behaving like a sullen teenager and letting my 4 year old get the best of me.
But that was only a bad end to what was truly a FANTASTIC vacation. However... as it is currently 3:50 am London time, and I woke up yesterday morning in London at 6:30, I think that my bed (oh so comfortable, King Sized and in an air conditioned room!) is calling my name, I will bid you goodnight, and bore you more tomorrow. If I can drag my jet lagged behind out of bed. We'll see. I may just pop in the disney movies for the May Queen and sleep this off. She got lots of culture these last 2 weeks, so a few days... ahem... hours of the boob tube won't hurt her, right?
I'm babbling. You can see how tired I am. Goodnight. I'm getting off now. Really.