I’ve visited the UK twice before, and it’s familiar now, comfortable, and regrettably expensive. I’m glad to be back here, glad to hear the numerous accents of the Commonwealth, glad to experience the formal British courtesy. Dang, if I could afford to, I’d move here.
But I’m only on my way to Budapest, and will not get to stay here for another two weeks, when I get to take care of the non-profit’s business at a convention. Bah. No British sightseeing, nor even relaxing, I fear. If there’s relaxation to be had, I must find it along the Danube, Rhine, and Main this trip.