A day in the life of Dow

Yesterday was a work day for Donna, so that made it a day to play for Dow. After making coffee for and walking Donna to work I was back to start my day of fun. Oh, but first I needed to do laundry and clean the room and make sure the garbage was taken out.

Now doing laundry here is kind of not that much fun. The elevator is out of order. As it has been most of the time I have spent here. Donna’s room is on the 4th floor.The laundry is in the lower ground floor. I grab the laundry bag and go down from floor 4 to 3-2-1-G-LG and a couple of extra half floors in there some where. It is easier to climb Mt. Rainier. It takes three round trips for one load of laundry. Unless you forget your One Pound coins! Then you speak French and make it four round trips.

The washer is a bit on the small side. I believe it’s model is called “ front loading extra small”. You can fit about dozen pairs of Donna’s panties in or one pair of my underware. I think I would start wareing womens thongs if I lived here. You could wash about two dozen of those at one time. At two Pounds a wash that would be a real money saver!

Now the dryer is another story all together. You could fit a camel in it! I am sure some where I have a photo of someone drying a king size bed matress in one. I don’t think they put box springs in at the same time, but they could have if they had wanted. The dryer cost 20p for ten minutes. It takes about 30-45 seconds to dry my pair of underware. I always check before I use the dryer to see if any one would like to use the extra nine minutes to dry their matress, arm chair, or camel.

Then I took a shower and left the room.

It was a day filled with exploring and adventure. I took the bus to Trafalgar Square. I then walked to the Enbankment Pier and caught a water bus to Greenwich. Checked out the Maritime Museum, stood on the Greenwich Time Line and dropped by the Kings Arms Pub for a quick pint.

Then I was off to cross the Thames under water by foot. Yes, a foot tunnel was built in the late 1800’s from Greenwich over to the Island of Dogs. And yes, it does leak. Now I was on my way to catch the water bus at Masthouse Pier when all of a sudden I saw the Ferry House Tavern, standing since 1722. Time for a quick pint and off to the Tower of London. At the Tower I may have been to only tourist who spoke english.

Back on the river bus my next stop was to cross the Millinium foot bridge. But, before crossing the foot bridge I had to check out the Globe Theatre and the house where Sir Christopher Wren lived while St. Pauls was being built. I crossed the river. On the north side was a sign that stated it was 12 minutes to the Embankment tube station. That sounded like a nice stroll. So off I strolled. 12 minutes my ass. I finally arrived 45 minutes to an hour later. My dogs were starting to bark.

I was soon on the tube. Up the elevator at Goodge Street station and was within five minutes of Donna’s “flat” when I spotted a pub. Was I ever thirsty. God must love London. I am sure that is why there are so many pubs around here. Each time you go into a different pub it is a religous experience. A quick pint was enjoyed and then off to the Swan to meet Donna for a pint after work.

Yes it is true, I have fallen off my 30 pubs a day pace. I guess I will just have to come back.

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Where is Donna?
Guess where Donna is and win the big prize! I need the exact location. Time of day and day of the week needed to win. Good Luck!!

David thinks he has won the prize, but he did not list the date and time. The contest is still open!

So here we are, getting all wound up at 7:pm. We just had a fabulous dinner of spagehtti, bread, and a lovely red wine dinner. We are now getting a little on the edge watching some Brit TV about people losing stones? They seem to be losing weight. Are they taking the stones out of their pockets?

I have some real issues about how Donna and I spent our day today. We had coffee in the room. Then we had coffee and a crossiant at Donna’s favorite coffee spot. Then we walked down to the Thames river where we had a cup of coffee and a plater of chips (thats’s fries for you who don’t speak english).

We took a lovely boat ride up the Thames and then a cold, dark, and lovely boat ride down the Thames. We then took the Northern Line ( the tube) back to Goodge Street station. Stopped by the store for bread and wine and then ran for the room trying not to wet our selves in the process. By the way, we made it!

Now, about the issue I have with this day. Did you notice any pub stops. Nooooo. Not a single pub stop today. Yes that means 60 pubs tomorrow. Even at a half pint per pub, that is a s--- load of beer! I had better get an early start. I am going to go ahead and buy knee pads and gloves for the crawl home. Wish me luck.

Enjoying a live concert at Camden Locks.

We did a little shopping at the Camden Street market and then enjoyed a free concert! We are having a totally fab time. The Chinese New Year started to day and Donna and I went to China town and had a lovely meal of calamari. spicy prawns and cajun chicken. On the way back to the flat we stopped for a quick pint. Now I am all partied out and need my beauty sleep. Over and out.

No one told me London is so dangerous!

Well if you haven't read Donna's blog already, then here is the BIG news! She recieved her first pay check and and then was robbed! Not once, but like six or seven times. She went to check her balance at the ATM and then was going to take me out for dinner and a wild night of pubbing when all of a sudden the ( plug your ears kiddies) damn ATM wouldn't give her card back. We finally left with the card stuck in the ATM and I went and bought dinner and wild and crazy pub times.

Welllllll, the next day we went to the bank and found you she had been taken by one of the many highly trained thieves of jolly ol' London. They had taken her for 500 pounds cash and over a 1000 pounds in purchases. Needless to say, not only was I upset by having to pay for the previous nights expences, but now I am having to deal with my wife who is acting like a liger (Yes, that is liger. They are known for their strength and mystical powers.) who just had its young taken from it. Those poor people at the bank. I am sure they thought all the Roman and Greek gods had gotten together for the tempest of all times. You see, they don't know my wife like I do. I sat next to her in the managers office smiling, patting her leg and hoping Scotland Yard would not be coming to take her away. I had no money for bail. I had spent it on dinner the night before and well, Donna didn't have any money because she had been "stuck up". I am sure the person or persons were armed with like, bazookas.

The good news is this was fruad against the bank and Donna is covered. Now for some real news!
I have finally figured out how to have a beer in 30 pubs a day. I am her for 20 days so 600 pubs. That just will just about cover London.

Look at it this way. 30 pubs in an eight hour pubbing day. That is a pint every 16 minutes. after about six hours (+/-) you find yourself doing a lot of crawling between pubs. The streets of London are kept tidy, but are not all that clean, vomit, urine, etc. So, I have decided that if you only drink half a pint at each pub, not are you able to hit 30 pubs a day, but it is not as hard on your pocket book or the knees of your trousers! Cheers!!

When Donna Is Away at Work Dow Will Pub (a little)

Been Busy. Been Sick.

I have been busier than a cat covering up mess. There are so many pubs here I don't think I am going to be able to get to all of them in three weeks! But I will give it my best. I caught Donna's bug and was out of pubbing for a day. Hope I can get back into the grove tomorrow.

The Phantom of the Opera was fabulous. Dinner was great. Donna did have a couple of coughing attacks during the play. Had there been an empty seat I would have moved, but I was stuck.

Every one over here are so excited about Obama over here. Can you blame them We just had dinner at an Italian diner and our waiter (from Italy) is very excited about Obama and how the world feels about him.

Well on a sour note, the British Museum said no to my offer to volenteer. They obviously don't know who I am. They have not seen the last of me. They only want long term volunteers. Talk about picky.

My nose is running like a river and I have no tissues.