London calling

Yucky jetlag. Although I slept about 5 hours which is double what I usually get in. Heathrow is huge, enormous, and unbelievably big. But I can still use the wifi signal I bought at O’Hare, so I’m a happy girl. Until the battery runs out, anyway… I forgot to throw in a UK adapter.

There’s isn’t much to do in a couple of hours except shop, and I’m not much for shopping. There’s a child in the terminal that reminds me a bit of this youngster: