Well, that was the longest "gap" in blog posts since I started blogging. I hope you don't mind:). I was too busy popping in and out of West End Theater and pubs in London, saying hello to the Queen (from outside her heavily guarded gates, of course), watching English Premier League Footall (soccer) from our box seats at the Tottenham vs. Newcastle game, and stuffing my face full of chocolate, Korma, and other very English pleasures. (That sounded dirty!)
Unfortunately, my big dream of making it to Paris sort of...well, fell right into the gap, so to speak. But no, don't worry, don't cry for me Argentina. I'm good with it. I won't go into the whole sordid story, which is actually not sordid at all, but rather lame. We missed the kids. That's it. Plain and simple. We were in London for 8 days and were going to take the Eurostar to Paris for the rest of the trip, but we were too kid-sick. I am so ashamed to admit it. I'm a total dud, I know. But Paris isn't going anywhere, and London was too fabulous to leave early. So there you have it.
But I did make it to the Harry Potter King Cross Station's Platform!
Now get back to work Jessie!