Day 3 at London 109...

I quite enjoy this trip to London, although I have lost my sense of time, bearings, direction and I think the masses here wish I would also lose my humor. I think I am wearing people out who really aren't used to Yanks being up this close and personal to these English people. Even the panhandlers won't speak to me. I am sure the reason comedy clubs fail here is like my dad used to quote his father, "The English read the funny papers on Sunday and *if* they laugh its on Wednesday." I feel like I am suffocating to death here. Oh well. We are having a good time with these chicklettes. The presented us with a little parody play on Ganah and I - and what their interpretation of our trip here must have been like. Enjoy! My browser is defaulted to the UK, I have no idea whats going on at home. And I am feeling guilty about my poor little midgey going to the doggie hotel. If I was her I would hate me. General Conference yesterday was terrific, just what I needed!