I have decided that the English are the kindest, most genuinely nice people in the entire universe. From offering directions, to giving me their map, to walking blocks out their way with me to Buckingham Palace, to making sure I only got a brief glimpse of a man standing at the urinal, these people have been angels.
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Love it! ‘A man standing at a urinal’ 😂
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Tell you what Leslie, while in Londinium don’t get Brahms and Liszt tonight; and keep your Bread and Honey close by and whatever you do don’t let the boys down the East End get anywhere near your Khyber Pass. That aside, all should be well!
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Oh dear! I don’t dare ask what rhymes those come from.
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And please don’t shout out anything to do with a Tom Tit.
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I was careful. Had a great day, but I’m exhausted! I feel like I’ve gone walking with Rosie five times up a steep hill.
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Thank you so much, Leslie
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