Friday
On Friday we found out that we had to move out of the place we where staying, got an expensive parking ticket and found out that most places won’t allow us to rent from them because we have no UK records. Isn’t that swell.
We spent some maniac moments driving around London with my laptop out trying to get wireless internet from somewhere so we could find a place to stay that night. We happened to pass a library–with no wireless internet service–and I ran in to use the internet. The computer access in the library is limited so when I finally found a cheap room and was booking it online the computer was literally counting down the seconds before it would shut my internet window. I was able to book the room and write down the information for the hotel just in time.
My husband dropped us off at the hotel and drove two hours in rush hour traffic to the place where we were staying to pick up our bags–our car is too small to fit all of us and our luggage. He made it back to the hotel with the luggage just in time to leave again and go to his gig.
That was our Friday. Now that I’ve written this I’m not even sure it was Friday. Maybe it was Thursday. Anyway, that was one of the days last week.
