No More Bookstores

As I wander through the airport for taking off for London, trying to keep moving for the long enforced the overnight flight, I suddenly realized: no bookstores. I saw one small newsstand with maybe a couple of dozen books, a few newspapers, a paltry stack of magazines, but no expensive, serendipitous shelves of untouched books.…

London, Sunday Evening

It’s been a cold, somewhat draggy day here.  Never past 50, overcast, damp.  Typical English weather.  I read and wrote all afternoon, and did some laundry.  The boys finally went outside to play, having exhausted their creativity inside.  No sweaters (jumpers here), no jackets, just t-shirts in this weather.  I think London children are tougher.…