Food porn and lost and not found

I was told there was stuff to tell, so I should blog. When  the crowd commands…

We started with a walk to Covent Garden for last minute souvies, then decided to have breakfast at a French place on the piazza there. Final food porn:

If you wonder what this is, this is their maple French toast, made of brioche, with a caramel macaron on top (K helped with that). 

 This is K’s Eggs Royale — she said the salmon was excellent. She didn’t get a macaron garnish 😂

Then to the airport. Our cab driver was the first person we met here who claimed to like DJT. “He’s a straight shooter”. When he was reminded he didn’t know what he was doing, our driver said “oh, of course not, he proved that first term” 🙄🤷🏻‍♂️🤦🏻‍♂️

We arrived at the airport and immediately found the desk that was supposed to have my Jean jacket. I had the identifying number. The first clerk we went to, disconcertingly, had to ask her colleague two stations down what to do to find it. !!! 😡😡😡 it was a wonderful study in work dynamics, as the serving person kept rolling her eyes when asked another detail. At one point she nudged the colleague between them and made the universal “what the fuck “ sign. After fifteen minutes the second person, whose name might have been Liz, went off across the airport to another storage area. The first woman asked if we made an appointment; we said no, were we supposed to? No…

Liz came back without the jacket. 😡 she then told me she was texting the colleague who checked it in, Charley, what they did with it. Charley never answered. Twenty minutes in, Liz went back across the airport, saying she’d be back in 5. 

She was back in more like 10 — without the jacket!!! 😡😡😡

We were getting antsy abt getting to our gate.  She as much as gave up and said they’d email and pay to have it sent, since they seemed to have lost it again. 😭 the jacket seems to like London. 

I will end with some travel thoughts for those who might be making the journey soon (you know who you might be 😃)

• Cell service isn’t consistently better than it is in the States (even though you’d think in this small country, one tall tower would do 😃). This raises the issue of whether it is worth the $12/day Verizon charges for service. One act is to get a British SIM card. But almost every place has Wi-Fi (shitty or good) so you can survive without it. It’s a matter of your tolerance. 
• I’ve driven in Cornwall 3 times now. It’s rigged. There comes a point where the roads are tiny — essentially one lane. I working recommend it if you can avoid it. Sean is paying for us to have a driver next time. 
• The food here is unbelievable. OC we love in Bloomsburg where there is little choice. We had seafood, Indian, Thai, French, Italian, Scottish and probably others I’ve forgotten. It’s one of the joys of visiting, despite the centuries long complaint abt English food. 
• Be v, v careful abt hotel room size. 😂 we had a talk with another couple coming down in the elevator abt whether they knew — no!!! We discussed trying to coordinate movements, etc. 😂 our room was 97 sq ft. Their “family room” slept 4 at 110 sq ft with bunk beds 😂
• Taxi rides are expensive AF. The one to the station this morning was £25! And we went to play last night across the street from that station for £1.95. Sometimes you need the convenience, but you can rack up some charges quickly going across just central London. 
• The weather is a mystery. As the cab driver said this morning “you often get all 4 seasons in a day”. Yesterday it rained a bit, was sunny a bit, was windy a bit one day it predicted a high of 21 and we saw 16 with clouds and wind. One day went the other way. Layers is the cliched answer 😃

We are taxiing to takeoff, so this will be it. Hope you’ve enjoyed. Bye now.