Blue Thames

Whenever I travel to England the country always seems much smaller, more brittle, far feebler than it did the last time I visited, rather like the sad shock of encountering a rapidly aging relative last seen in reasonably hale health two or three years previously, now ghostly gray, fragile boned and forgetful, less teeth.

Fortunately I was able to mumble my excuses to Old Father Thames and getaway before the British Airways unions go on strike.