Eddie the doorman and I become friends within minutes. My keys are ready and I'm in the flat watching red double-decker buses drive over the Tower Bridge. I open my bags, and everything is perfect. There's a note from US Customs that they've been in my bag. They left the wine bubble-wrapped, and I think I'm so smart, except that I've packed far too many books. I pull them out, sit on the reclining sofa, pour myself a huge glass of water and a beer. I scan the TKTS.co.uk site for last minute show tickets, and find a bargain front row ticket for £25 to Kunene and the King. If I buy it, I will go, but I'm starting to slow down.
The Marks & Spencer market had Greek salad, incredible raspberries and blueberries, and I am happy. In the beer aisle, a man in the store starts flirting with me when I ask for a suggestion. Sierra Nevada Pale Ale is there, and while I'm tempted to buy my favorite, I tell I am want to be a tacky tourist and buy the Wimbledon beer. He says, "Where have you been all of my life?" We both laugh and I can't believe how comfortable I feel in this country.
Back at the flat, I have my meal and try to get up. My body weighs too much. I call it Happy Fat. A soak in the bathtub confirms it: I'm floating. Too many bottles of wine in 2019. The good news? My Geodesy made it, and I'm going to the show.
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