(Before I get into this next part, I want to let you know I found out that I was not "deported" from the UK, I was "removed". There is a big difference. "Removed" is much better and is far less punitive.)
So, we last left me sitting in a small room with only …
I've finished writing part two, and now I just need to edit it, as I was up till 4 am working on it and got a little loopy. (I'm fairly certain it gets rather weird in the middle. I seem to have a vague memory of several paragraphs of me …
It's been a week and a half since I happily packed my bags in anticipation of traveling again, even if this time for only a few months. A week and a half since my daughter Hannah and I happily chatted as she drove me to the airport about the places we were going to explore when she met up …
I'm parked at the National Gallery again. I've even managed to snag my favourite seat in the Espresso Bar. Its the end seat of the long wooden bar, closest to the restrooms and facing the Rembrandt and Rubens Gallery. FYI...It's the only one with both the electric and USB plugs working, …
Well, after a bit of a strange bus ride from Glasgow to London I am parked back in one of my favourite spots in London... the National Gallery Expresso Bar. I have to admit, I enjoyed Glasgow more than I expected to. Not that I thought it was going to be …
So far there have been six different sets of guests here with me at the cottage, ranging from stays of one night to a week and a half. First off were a couple and their teenage son from England, then a French couple, a young woman from Belgium, two university students living …
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