Bloody weather...

Icy cold, wet and dirty. It's London allright... Spent my two hour flight sitting between two ladies, both with vicious breath. The plane was fully booked and one had to get whatever seat one could find, as another passanger experienced. He told the staff loud an clear that he needed to sit close to the lavatories because he was likely to need to vomit during the flight, still he had to make do with a seat close to the toilets but with people blocking his way there. I was happy enough that he wasn't seated next to me with his worried stomach... To top it off I couldn't concentrate on my book, because a cheery young mother was reading a story to her two young children loud enough for everybody to hear it. Now Stina Mrs and I are going to go into town to do errands and maybe bump into Kat, Babs or/and Ming...