Not acclimatising

I've been working hard to deliver on M's request to not get acclimatised to the UK time zone while travelling this week. She said something about not being grumpy for a party on Saturday. I'm not sure what's going on but figured I would do my best to follow her instructions.

And so it is that I'm currently walking around Hyde Park in the fine city of London - well, I know for you geographical purists that its not actually the City of London per se, but you get the drift - having been to Cologne and back since touching down on at Heathrow Tuesday, going to bed well after midnight and getting up at 6:20am.

Lots of people walking dogs in the park, btw.

The flight from San Francisco on Monday was fun. Some of the kids from FHS were on the same plane as me so I popped back to have a chat with them shortly after take-off and arranged for the flight attendants to do a special announcement welcoming them to London just as we were coming into land. But perhaps the best part was the hug I got from Mr V - former Navy recon person and Armadillo eater - when we met up again at the end of the flight and I accompanied the group all the way to customs only to learn that they wouldn't let me take the group photo I was planning. Darn those Brits and their tourist-unfriendly rules!