Almost 27 years to the day since I first arrived in Britain with a six-month work permit, I today became a British citizen. Feels pretty good. Can’t wait to vote Labour!
Charlie and I spent the afternoon on The Solent, crashing through the waves at high speed in a rib boat. It was like a 90-minute roller coaster ride through a car wash. Here we are, soaked to the bone, during a quieter moment. I couldn’t take photos when we were at full speed because I don’t have windshield wipers on my glasses.
The unseasonably warm, dry weather we’ve been experiencing for the past month meant that the bluebells were far from their best when we made our yearly trip to our special bluebell woods. But we still managed to get a picture for the latest version of Charlie’s very special slideshow.
We had a good walk – from the Wootton Hatch to Friday Street – that started in bright spring sunshine but ended in cold rain. Here’s Charlie somewhere in between the two.
The walk mapped out with the Motion X app on the iPhone.
We hadn’t been for a walk in the Abinger Roughs for quite a while so we went back on Sunday. Still as beautiful as ever, although somewhat more strenous than we seem to remember!
Well, British Airways may offer the only non-stop flight from London to Phoenix, but we’ll be damned if we ever fly with the money grubbing bastards again! They’re going to charge £240 ($480) per bag if you want to check in more than one bag per person. That’s on top of the £70 so-called “fuel surcharge” they whack on to every long-haul airfare. Add to that the most thoroughly unpleasant cabin crews in the industry and you’ve got a real recipe for success. Virgin Atlantic via Vegas is looking pretty good to us.