British Eccentricity

Hello Everyone:

I'm back in London and have one more day. Boo. This is been the most incredible two-week date. We  went everywhere and did everything. I already want to come back for more. Maybe we can squeeze in a side trip to Scotland or Ireland? More realistically, maybe we can split our time between London and Manchester more evenly. What I would really like is for the Brit BF to come to Los Angeles. That would so great. One thing I won't miss about the United Kingdom is the narrow streets. You can barely squeeze a bicycle through the streets. A compact car?  Forget it. Not even clown car could fit through the streets. Leftover medieval urban planning and design.  Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a bit. The British eccentricities are worth a mention. No outlets in the bathroom, not refrigerating the eggs, and the coin money. Please, figuring out which are pence and pounds; how much they're worth is a mystery. I'm slowly figuring it out just as I'm getting ready to leave. At least I haven't been run over trying to cross the street.  So far I've been depending on the Brit BF to guide me through the public transport system. If I tried to navigate it myself, I'd end up in another country. I also discovered that my wimpy Los Angeles umbrella is no match for UK rain. I have a mental list of things to remember for next time. Anyway, time for bed.