Storyline: 50 years later

April 11 2018:

Made it through the first full day in my homeland in fifty years. Just. We arrived in London yesterday morning and, jet-lagged and half asleep, had a very filling brunch of much fried, greasy and delicious breakfast food. Spent two hours half-awake on the train to Manchester and, after checking into our small but comfy hotel room on the border of Chinatown and the Gay village, went on a search for a veggie-rich, grease-poor light dinner.  Continue reading “Homeland at last” →