Irish jokes but really arrival in London

 Unlucky Reader (who isn’t here), 

We are in London.  

In-laws arrived in Dublin, not much dopier than normal (as the joke in a moment will indicate).  

We then jumped on a plane to London.  The ride from Dublin to London is up and down — 50 minutes in the air.  

Bing bang and we were on the Express to Paddington (Butch made only 3 bear jokes, showing remarkable, okay, not really, restraint). Got in the taxi queue and across town to a little grocer who held the keys to the flat, then off to see some town. 

The big event of the day was high tea at The Wolseley, which is across the street from the Ritz.  Which got mentioned, as did Young Frankenstein (pronounced steen, OC) several times.   🙄

The Wolseley doesn’t want you taking pictures.  You know, Jeeves is above that.  Here’s the best photo we got of the 3-tiered thing full of our sandwiches and treats. 

It was great.  Butch and Peggy both enjoyed it, as, of course, their first high tea experience.  Peggy insisted on bringing the sandwiches home even though the only ones left were the smoked salmon, which (obviously) no one ate, so we not only drug home something that might would stink up everything but also  not be eaten. 🤢

Before we made it to Hyde Park (the Ritz sits on the north side), we walked through Regent’s Park.  The highlight, OC, is their rose collection.  RR took many pictures.  Here’s one that shows several colors.

After eating, we took the tube one stop to Westminster for “touristy stuff.”  I got yelled at for crossing on a  red light (🙄).  The bells at the Abbey were ringing, Butch wondered if they were stuck (another eye roll, they may become a think where you take a drink every time).  Big Ben wasn’t chiming.

Then home for a quick game of euchre.  We ended the even early, after we came back on them (couples vs couples) from a deep deficit. 

And that was that. 

Those of you who have read this blog for years know that Butch is infamous for trying to be funny.  I told him only the best ones, ONE, will make in the blog.  I’m not sure about best, but he came to breakfast yesterday in Dublin loaded for the trip.  He announced this was an Irish joke. 

Stop if you are going to be offended bc it definitely isn’t SFW. 

The short version.  Englishman, Scot and Irishman are talking, bragging about their local pub.  When they get to the Irishman, he says at my local you get all the free pints you want and then they take you upstairs and you have sex.  The Englishman and the Scot don’t believe him.  “And this has happened to you?” “No,” Paddy says, “but it has a lot to my sister.”

The bar is set.