This used to be Tuesday

We had a wonderful day in London. We left the countryside Tuesday morning & made it into London. Dinner at the Laughing Gravy was stunning, it had been sunny & breezy all day long. We found a wonderful pub across the street from the Parliament buildings. We were tired.

We got back to our hotel, Tunes, the hotel where everything (like towels, security box, and yes, even a window) are add'l charge. Except, they'd completely forgotten one item people would be willing to pay for, nay, if required would absolutely need more than their luggage space- a wake up call. Yes, Dave & I neglect to carry an alarm clock with us and as the ipad doesn't hold a charge & (for more than ten hours (ahem, yes, we didn't get the UK prongs for our transformer, we only have continental prongs), we were out of gas. And Tunes Hotel doesn't have a wake up call. Not good when the plan is for a 5am wakeup.

We checked out at 10:30pm. Yes. Just in time before the subway quit running. Then we wandered Bath Road (the loop around Heathrow) like Joseph & Mary, except I'm not pregnant and Dave was cranky. The mule was the Hyndai rental car with a slipping reverse gear. Yes, wrong-sided road driving in the dark with a slipping gear was a mandatory part of this experience.

So, 1:30am, we're finally in a room we would have paid for if we hadn't been trying to save a buck or two in London. Saving money in London isn't worth it. Spend it. Believe me. It'll get you in the end. There will be a pound removed from your flesh, so just part with it in comfort.