Staying in London, Britt and I have discovered one aspect conquering our journey to India. London has terrific two ply toilet paper. Other than this observation, sadly, without being a grinch or an Ebeneser Scrooge, our travel limit has reached its peak.
Yesterday, we spent the day in London, where I found the richness of the Lindsey Buckingham Palace far less rich than anything we observed in India. Perhaps the sleep deprivation has skewed my attitude on everything.
Previously, I was going to name this blog, “Signs of Travel Fatigue: Divorce”. Britt and I are now getting along quite nicely after I was a bit of an ass yesterday. She is currently looking over my shoulder and asked me to kindly rephrase that last statement. She thought, more appropriately, the statement should read, “I was a gigantic asshole”.
My dear sister, Mary, is notorious for meltdowns. We all make fun of her for this. It’s never a violent gun wielding rage, just a verbal tirade of her displeasure with society, and or family. Unfortunately, I inherited some of Mary’s genes. While not directing any of my anger toward Britt, I was merely unfulfilled with the transit system, the people and the food in the “Land of Royalty”.
Britt and I are still laughing and happily married, rejoicing the fact that we will be returning home on Easter Sunday. When arriving to our humble home, housing two dogs, two cats, a wonderful wife and one louse, it will be then, when I will be resurrected……just a little less than Christ.