JOURNAL ENTRY 47
Waning gibbous moon
Char in London
Those Were The Days by Mary Hopkins.….102
Max’s sister, Char, met me in London. My first trip abroad and oh, what a trip! She told me they’d had nothing but rain and cold weather for weeks on end, but the day I arrived the sky was clear, the air balmy, and temperatures were climbing high into the seventies. Char said I must have brought the desert heat with me. I chuckled because the air seemed a tad brisk to me. In any event, these delightful conditions certainly satisfied both of us.
What a great landing. It took me less than an hour to fall in love with London: people promenading in the streets and that catchy tune, “England Swings Like a Pendulum Do” reverberating in my brain. It was an ice cream, popcorn and beer kind of night. After all those years, I was finally learning first-hand what the hullaballoo was all about.
Despite that residual case of balloon toe, I silently applauded myself for keeping up with Char. I’m sure she thought differently, because every so often she’d turn around and holler, “C’mon, let’s go!” We had to run-limp to get to the theatre on time to see The Mousetrap, an incredible play that has been performed for over fifty years. Not fifteen – fifty! Things like that just don’t happen in the States. We are all too ready to throw out the historic hubs of yesteryear in favor of a couple of catchy sound bites and the must-have toys of today, all of which lose their luster as soon as we’ve had our flimsy fun with them. But England doesn’t strike me that way. Most people seem rather unassuming and perhaps a bit more appreciative of what they have. Was it World War II and the bombing of London that had such a strong and lasting effect? Or maybe it’s the form of government. On the other hand, England’s hefty tax structure would probably cause any inhabitant to be more appreciative of possessions, material or otherwise. Continue reading Char In London