So I left San Francisco following an emotional goodbye to my physical therapists Nicki, and Devin (Laura wasn't there for her picture), and a fairly wild night out at the Thirsty Bear (pictures right-click here). After a smooth trip in business class--getting my reward for all those changes at O'Hare in the 1990's--including a brief time sitting next to a model (sadly the overnight part when we were both asleep) I was met at Heathrow by my sister Roxane.
My stepsister Jo married Nigel and everyone got very merry indeed in a big marquee (that's tent to you/we Yanks) put up on the lawn at my fathers house. Roxane and Dordy behaved quite well, and my dad Eddy made a very funny speech (which is more than can be said for the best man!). On the Monday I had a good night out with Roxane, Dordy and their boys, Robert and Simon, at the Highwayman--a good but very expensive pub restaurant--to celebrate Rox's birthday on the Sunday. Off to the morass of London to get visas and final supplies this week.
