From outside The Standard, looking at St Pancras - a very convenient London hotel for Trains, whether to Europe or the Piccadilly line to LHR - to my very own LA doorstep, with a storm rolling in. You'd think that on an 11 hour flight I'd manage to do tomorrow's teaching prep (done) and complete all my gradinng - but no: it's a big class ...
Two very different façades, and each pleasing to the eye. I trust the kitties behaved themselves during your absence and that they rolled on the red carpet at your return!
ReplyDeleteNo red carpet. No banner (I always fantasize about a banner). But Grammy wouldn't leave my chest/shoulders/lap/knee etc etc ... except to check that there weren't any spidders - his nemesis - in my bags ...
ReplyDeleteHe is the ultimate mama's boy!
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