France to London...

Day 1 in London, so Paul has woken up with a strong British accent, tally ho, alright old chap, time for a lager and bangers & mash!!! Oh this is going to be fun... We got to the station to catch the Eurostar. It's strange as you get your passport stamped to say you are leaving France and 5 metres further they stamp your passport to say you have entered London. It was quite enjoyable sitting back on the train it was very quiet as most people slept, including me. but the new Pom (Paul) drank free beer to pass the time.

I guess this is what Tracy meant, when she said "No one ever comes back from holidays wishing they had of packed heavier" Lol.

Oh how am I ever going to do the zips up...?

So as we say see you again, not bye

So we arrive in London walk out side the station, red double decker buses and black taxis's. Just what I was expecting. So we hop in a taxi to go to our hotel, about a 15 min ride and 40 times the driver said "You know what I mean" oh Pom Paul will fit right in here. Harrods is only about a 20 minute walk from our hotel, nice you know what I mean, lol. Oh no I have started to Pom Michelle.

Here we go, hello London...

We cracked up laughing the toilet here is insane, with only inches from the wall this will be interesting... again it's all apart of the experience. I am sure if you google worlds smallest toilet, our toilet would appear...

What the...

London is a different type of cold, bitterly cold, dampness so cold, yep freezing. At 4pm it was dark, we have decided not to venture out much at night. The buildings here a lit very pretty, different colours on the buildings. The streets just glowed, you will have to take my word on this. As my hands were frozen in my jacket pockets and my camera lens frozen shut. I did say it was cold here. You know what I mean!

How appropriate we have checked into faulty Towers in London. I had a shower and couldn't turn the water off, oh what next...