9:25. In the Burger Pig basement again. I just bought £12 worth of socks on the street. British flags and fruit animals with faces.That is the kinda girl I am.

Today we did a day trip to stonehenge and Salisbury and Bath. All were lovely, but the 3 hour bus ride home was ughughugh. We spent £7 on gormet chocolates made by French hands. Um... yum. Jeff got these little owls that looked like dark chocolate, but had hazelnut in them. To this I sang a little song, *you and me at the chocolatier*.

Stonehenge was lovely , but we only had like 30 miuntes there including shopping. I can't wait to see what I bought. haha. I do know that I got these little stonehenge earrings, but upon closer inspection they look like little silver pants. Pantshenge. We have only been here for 4 days, but it feels like a lifetime and I keep forgetting I am not in Washington, DC. I had a real British meal today, sausagages and mash. pretty good. not bad and all that.

Tomorrow we will have a more free day of hopefully cooler markets than the Covent Garden, which I call Crap Garden. And we will look for the Rough Trade record shop. Sunday we are seeing Q and Not U, which is funny and rad considering that we have seen them a million times and they are from DC.

I am currently loving the colors orange and pink TOGETHER! Insane. Jeff is falling in love with modern art. I go to the shops before the attractions, which is particularly american of me, but it makes more sense. See what the gift shop thinks is important and then go to it. Limited time and all that. Do you know that I can't even remember what I had for dinner last night?

Remember all that talk I was doing yesterday about fog. Dude, I saw real fog today. Over the moors or what-ev-er (accented). I can't believe that people live there and feel their ways through that stuff. It is lovely and silly all at once. I search for you through the fog and I just keep finding myself. I thought that the whole time we drove through it. Thick and thick and thick.

Today, my shirt says, *I spread my wings and brush a million other worlds.* If I were in the Miss America pagent (if it still exists), and they asked me my number one dream. I would say, to spread my wings and brush a million other worlds. Or to be a weight loss trainer to the stars or a kindergarten teacher. Or perhaps all at once.

More tomorrow. My jammy pants are calling me. Goodnight from London and all that.