Upon returning to Fawlty Towers/London Bridge, I found I was literally unable to make the water in the shower cold enough to be refreshing, but it was delightful to dislodge the encrusted sweat from my skin just the same.
After enduring the girls jumping on the bed (and my legs) repeatedly, we set forth to find supper. We came upon this pancake house but decided against it, as it seems to be suffering an identity crisis all it’s own.
We arrived instead at Food For Thought where we are patiently waiting outside. All I know for sure is that their neighbors are d*cks and I am the main course for the resident mosquito population.
Even with OFF generously applied, the blood suckers are dive bombing at an astounding rate. For once I am glad to still be on those god forsaken steroids!