the Englishman who went up a hill and . . . .

Okay then, the three of us (momma-bear, pappa-bear and Steffi-don't even think it-bear) ventured out to the lovely borough of Kensington and Chelsea, off to see the Wizard we were not. No, do a bit of shopping or seeing the sights, no indeed

Nope, instead it was your typical American sort of thing; the old courtesy call, thank you visit to the medical staff at Chelsea and Westminster NHS, plus a fond farewell of sorts as we leave town, heading off first to Leamington and then back to San Francisco 

- there is a end of the month wedding to 'endure' you know - 

The medical staff at C&W were all lovely, delightful, charming and really, seriously genuinely nice people. Everything I said about them earlier was proven (again) spot-on

The photo, ah yes, the photo is of a young man who happens to be named - Hugh Grant - and not that pleased at the attempted humor regarding same, one of the many talented and valued members of the Physical Therapy department

adios London, I wish I could say it was nice, but . . . .

oh yeah: "The englishman who went up a hill and came down a mountain" just so happens to be my favorite Hugh Grant film - Lord knows I am one sad puppy -