My First Night In England

 At Oakwood Bed & Breakfast

Here’s the full English breakfast.

After the shemozzle at Heathrow last night, it was lovely to be welcomed to my accommodation. My chatty taxi driver as well as the owner Tom carried my luggage in. I was knackered. Tom showed me some of the little eccentricities of the house and left me to have a cup of tea and shower in peace. I couldn’t wait to stretch out on the bed. It was calling my name but I was disgustingly dirty and sweaty and I couldn’t do anything without cleaning my body and teeth! Ah, that shower was pure bliss. I enjoyed it boiling hot to kill all the germs from travelling for more than a day. (I mostly have cold showers at home.)

And lay on top of the bed. I know I’m jet lagged but I could swear I was lying on clouds in heaven. Too hot for pyjamas, I turned the massive TV on and watched something for a few seconds before falling asleep.

My dreamy bed.

I woke at 3am local time and didn’t go back to sleep. Watched half a dozen game shows. ( I love TV in the UK. I rarely watch it at home.) and started reading some of my favourite authors on Medium and published a couple of short stories. After breakfast, I had two hours to kill until my private car pickup.

Yes I know. I was planning to catch the train into Euston and the tube to Victoria Station but splurged on a private car. Tom organised it all for me. My rationale was I was using the money I saved by catching the bus north as opposed to the train. $11 on the bus compared to $166 by train. I prefer to travel by train but I can’t justify that price difference. I won’t tell you what the private car cost or you’ll toss my “ budget traveller” tag out the window!

Back to “after breakfast” with 2 hours to kill, do I go back to sleep, write a story or go for a walk. Yes, I went for a walk! Did you see that breakfast?


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