(More pics of the Culletons in London)
We have some friends from Canada visiting. They're in their 50s and I don't think they've left North America before so we thought it would be entertaining to have my crazy landlord pick them up from the train station in his fiendishly erratic Nissan Sunny.
They had just endured a 10 hour flight. Crazy Landlord, on the other hand, had slept 13 hours the night before and was irrepressible. He took them on a random tour of the East End shouting incoherently about minutiae related to the neighbourhoods we passed.
By the time we got them back to the house, our guests were demanding strong whiskey and a small dark room to lie down in.
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Update (Sat, 13 May)
The Culletons are now in Istanbul. They had an early flight and had to catch a taxi at 5:00am yesterday morning to get to the airport. I got up at quarter to five to wish them well and was greeted by scenes of panic and flurry when I knocked on their door.
Mrs. C thrust a bottle of Matrix Thermal-Active Setting Spray in my hands. "Here!" she said. "Take this! It doesn't fit and I don't really need it. Well, actually, you and Vicki probably don't need it either, but take it anyway."
I thanked her for the lovely gift but I have to admit I wasn't sure if what she said was meant to be a compliment or a comment on my impressive bedhead.
They did make the taxi and the flight and didn't leave too many unplanned items behind. I understand they are now safely in Turkey and no doubt handing our hair products to all and sundry.
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