Tower of London

That XTC song has been going through my head all day long. Probably because we spent a large chunk of the day at the Tower of London.

Deb has been responsible for planning this trip and so far she has done a wonderful job. The Tower of London was interesting, entertaining and even a bit romantic. Deb and I held hands as we gazed upon the rack in the torture chamber.

The toilets in the White Tower were interesting. A board with a hole in it that spills out of the wall and on to the grounds that surround the castle. As constipated as I've been I couldn't help but imagine little marbles dropping out of the chute and rolling around on the ground.

We're dog tired. We went to St. Paul's and refused to pay £8 to get in. So we just stood in the doorway. Debbie wanted to play Charles & Diana but I was too uptight to get into the moment.

Next was Big Ben, parliament, Westminster Abbey (five minutes too late to get inside), Buckingham Palace, St. James Park then to Harrod's. We paid $70 to eat at a counter at Harrod's. I'm not sure if it was worth it, but we got hot towels at the end of our meal. We've had the hot towel experience before, but after spending much of our time underground riding the train we were glad to wipe some of the film off our hands and face.

Now we're happy to be sitting for a moment. I've got 16 minutes left on this thing so I'll let Debbie drive.

We miss the girls, but we definitely are glad they aren't with us. We've climbed an innumerable number of stairs, ridden escalators until we're literally dizzy (though Allie loves escalators), and jumped on and off a lot of subway trains. This is not a town for young kids. The escalators are very steep and very long--vertigo-inducing.

We hope all our family is well and happy. We hope Marcia is surviving our two, though things should be better now that Dave is home. Write comments here if you like, or send Greg an e-mail. We're going to try to blog each night, though tomorrow is Paris, so we'll have to find a new place.