Walk to work

Sometimes when I walk to work, stressed out about what lies ahead of me that day, I think to myself...just enjoy this, you walk past this every morning and you won't be able to sometime in the near future.

Not mention that I also pass arguably the oldest pub in London as well....

the Old Cheshire Cheese!

Sometimes it's good to be reminded that I live in an awesome city and work is just work. :D

Also, even though I don't have a picture of it, I also walk right past (da duh da!) DR. SAMUEL JOHNSON'S HOUSE WITH HIS CAT HODGE!!!

(if you don't know who that is...best to look him up in the dictionary ;) )

Why I'm not a Newcastle fan

After a lovely English thanksgiving m at one of our fellow expats' flat ak and I headed back home via tube, leftovers in tow. This is where AK met Gavin. A delightful chap of about 40 who thought AK was oh so cute. So cute in fact that he asked her to go out with him. That's when AK informed him that I was her husband (not just boyfriend as he had suspected). In a moment of embarrassment he began shouting

"Newcastle Newcastle Newcastle"

And that is why I am not a Newcastle fan.