Saturday morning in London - Part 1

Today I was supposed to get up and go to Oxford with my wife’s cousin and husband. The plan sounded great until I couldn’t fall asleep last night. After 1am I realized that a.) I wasn’t going to make it and b.) I had no way of communicating back to my hosts other than by email. Needless to say I got a very annoyed phone call one hour after I was supposed to be there asking where I was. Steve was really nice under the circumstances…I hope they’ll still get together. But I would understand if they didn’t call. That left me to fend for myself. The plan had been to drop off a load of laundry and go. So, now I had to find a laundromat , get there and figure out how to get my laundry done.