are the devil’s workshop, and here at the workshop we are serving up homemade chocolate chip cookies. Yes, this is Michael’s post. Yes, I made cookies. Yes, seriously! Fine, here’s proof:

Okay, I have no idea what came over me, but I made cookies. If you read the blog, consider yourself invited over to help me eat them. (They are actually edible.) It was a bit of a challenge since I didn’t quite have the ingredient list skating at full strength, but I don’t think anyone will notice. I do however …

You knew it was going to be a weird day when Comet limped in to me this morning after she woke up on three legs. Somehow in her night full of stretching groaning and rolling around on her bed, her front paw got hooked in her collar. She hopped over to me and sat down. She knew who to come to.
An hour later, I received instant messages from a very frustrated and cranky sutton named Jennifer. Apparently, her internets were not working and she needed help. As the go to …

Well I am officially moved into 9 Herbal Hill. It is a purpose built set of flats, but pretty nice. Of course it is on the spendier side of the budget, but I wanted someplace safe and convenient. Amazingly, finding a new home in a new country with one week’s notice is harder than you might imagine. It was difficult finding a place where I could stay for the interim period of waiting for Michael to come out, especially since we don’t have an exact date in mind yet – …

I started off the day with the hotel’s breakfast, which consists daily of scrambled eggs, sauteed mushrooms, baked beans with tomato (?) sauce, sausages, blood patties, bacon, potatoes, fruit, and croissant. I really wanted to go back to Borough for breakfast, since it has been voted the best place in London for brunch, but I am trying to be fiscally responsible, and that means eating free food when it is there. I was seated next to a French group – seems like it was a man, his young daughter, …

So I (the Princess in this story) woke up this morning in excruciating pain. My lower back was KILLING me. I rolled over to get out of bed, put my foot down, and my leg didn’t work!!! It just kind of collapsed under me, which was really weird. Luckily the bed was right under me, so I just kind of laid back down. Naturally, I assumed that I had some sort of Sciatic Nerve meltdown, given Michael’s recent bout with nerve damage. I realized I was laying on something on …

There are a lot of French things in London, including a creperie close by my hotel, where I dined this evening
Amazingly, I made my first British Rail trip without a hitch. I had to go to the Euston Tube station to pick up my rail tickets, backtrack to the St Pancras Tube to connect to the Leicester station (which is about 1.5 hours north of London). I met the Leicester staff, who were very helpful. I will say, however, if I have to look at one more hand drawn diagram …