ASH Report - Day 11 - Repatriation

I'm sitting in the Virgin Atlantic Clubhouse, typing away, uploading photos to facebook...hopefully, since it didn't work last night or this morning at the hotel, and sipping coffee that my BiL (Brother in Law) would love as it's his kind of strong...

anyway - today is my repatriation flight.  I'm flying home to the USA.  I will be back in my own bed this evening.  I will be sleeping under my own sheets and with my George (my body pillow does deserve a name if I'm sleeping with him every night!).  I love London and the UK in general, and I would love to live here...but with my own things, and my own kitchen - not in a hotel.  I've done my fair share of shopping and stimulating the British economy and for a while I thought I would be here long enough to vote in the election on 6 May.  Think I'd have to go for Clegg, but still unsure. 

I have loved my time here - saw a few shows - Prima Donna (the Rufus Wainwright opera), Holding the Man (brilliant and powerful - as much as the book, if not more so) and We Will Rock You (for my sister and it surprised me!)

It's time to go home.  Just waiting for my flight to be called...Virgin Atlantic you've been brilliant, Hilton Green Park - as always a pleasure...thanks to all the boys I had fun times with and all the drinks in Soho!  In the words of the Govenator - I'll Be Back!

I strolled around Buckingham yesterday while all the roads are closed for the marathon and then through St. James park, where I found myself thinking of my grandmother alot.  At the end of the park, there is a stroll through to the archway  and there was a lone bag-pipe player having photos taken and just posing and showing off his skills...is it wrong that I just wondered if he was going traditional under that kilt?  =)