only after a 20 min. interrogation was i allowed to enter england. perhaps the truth i told was too baffling: that i was there to soak in numerous neolithic sites. was i a scholar doing research? who was my sponsor? what did i do for a living, anyway? how much money did i have access to? was i planning to work? drive on the wrong [right] side of the road? pester british women with requests for kisses?
how grateful i am for my telepathic link with james; the immigration officer marched out to james on the inside of the border and asked him the same questions, to which he received the same answers. majority ruled and created truth. no longer was i alone and/or potentially insane! welcome! surprisingly, the guard claimed that, in his experience, no one had given as a reason to enter england, 'neolithic sites'...i say, 'shame...'
meet my three gracious hosts: james, juliette and holly the cat. they cleared a corner in the living room for me to live in...i thought the posters were a particularly nice touch...privacy, be gone! holly is allowing me to sleep in her bed for the moment...
early in the game, i know, but our freshly-minted family gets along well and hopefully will still by the end of 6 months' time. i hope i don't stink after 3 days [ah, too late, as this is my third] like poor richard's 'guests and fish'! we are going to attempt a weekly meeting to maintain this challenging living arrangement.