I was excited in the prospect of celebrating my birthday in my country of birth and in the season I was born. Of course things don't always go to plan! I suddenly started getting sick morning of my birthday (after waking yet again at 4.20am and bouncing out of bed at 6am) and spent an hour lying on a bench at the Tower of London. Luckily the Beefeaters didn't think i was a vagrant and move me on. John thought they'd just think I was hungover. Far from it. I didn't even have a drink that day! Glad I was able to balance out the actual event with the party beforehand! Once the drugs kicked in I made it up the Tower Bridge and to St Paul's Cathedral. Also struggled out to the Lion King, which was fantastic!!!
Next morning I was a bit of a mess so decided to see a Dr. For $300 one called in and told me i had a virus and there was nothing he could do but suggested drinking drams of whiskey and was very excited about us going to Scotland (he was Scotish)and planned an itinerary for us! I also learned that I would have had access to normal healthcare in Scotland if i had waited that long. Laid low in the morn while John went to the National Gallery and then coughed my way around the Tate Modern in the arvo.
Have just done Camden Market and off to Scotland this arvo.
