As the Icelandic volcanic ash blows over London, we are settling nicely into our shoebox flat. All but about 10 boxes are unpacked (well, we have quite a bit in storage) and we're getting comfy in our space.
X is still his chubby, jolly self. Nothing bothers him - unless he's hungry or wants attention. Here he is enjoying his bumble bee playard (ignore the many, many things piled in the background - they will eventually find a place to reside):
The Holly Bush Pub for dinner and then out to the King William IV for drinks after. It's the oldest gay bar in London - and we loved it. Little too much wine, me thinks but it was fun!
I was in a great mood when we got home - only to discover that my sister was hospitalized with pneumonia in her bad lung and was gravely ill again. She's better today as it was just pneumonia and not the chemo or the cancer. Which is a huge relief. That just stopped my heart. I just pray her chemo works this time and stops the cancer in it's tracks.
Then I found out last night and today that all of my friends and coworkers have had to cancel their trips to the London Book Fair next week. I'm so upset - I was looking forward to seeing everyone and had plans all week. Damn. I guess I"m going alone. That's fine, but it's not the same.
Maybe I'll stay home and continue to unpack. We'll have to see.