Two days ago we cavorted around London and it was enjoyable. We strolled on the Thames, so much larger there than here in Oxford, and in the modern Tate museum. Then we passed out heavily on the return bus. The previous night of heavy drinking prolly contributed to heavily passing out. Yesterday, America Day, we got drunk and listened to hits of the 90s. Then we played ping pong at the park. Inebriation lends oneself to exponential prospect of injury, as both Tony and I have sustained serious such injuries on our feet, mine resulting from a ghastly bike wreck. It is likely that I will never wear sandals on a bicycle again. We've also been playing Scrabble which is a terrific game.