Since my mom is reading this (and likely only my mom), I’ll start with the lead - as you read this I’m on a plane back to England, or soon will be. Which beats an african jail, where we nearly ended up. I wish that I could say I'm not speaking literally.
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Don't worry - they can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man. Mmmm - on second thought, not sure I'm liking that appellation. I'll work on it.
Right now I'm on a train rolling north from London to York, and damn, I forgot how beautiful England is in spring. Golden fields of rapeseed, hedgerows, and twee villages. Wonderful.
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Love, Susan
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And London was nice but a couple of days in town convinced me that the Olympics are going to be madness, no matter what preparations they've made. They can barely handle normal-day traffic, but then again, they sure have cleaned up the place. Good with the bad.
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