Sipping my delicious cappuccino. Lizbelle got tea, of course.
My cappuccino.
Lizbelle brought along a wonderful little double-sided journal. This is me trying to remember every detail.
Belle in her new London sweatshirt.
Our faces on Downing Street.
Me in a tall telephone booth.
Then Lizbelle wanted to snooze in the park on top of all our luggage.
Our feet on the tube tracks.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. Not that long, actually.
Lunch in Heathrow Terminal 4
My beautiful travelling companion.
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