The summer holiday started yesterday for us. The kids and I flew from Dar es Salaam to London, where we will stay for a few days before heading to Canada for a couple of weeks. The kids are great companions – except when they importune to shop. Driving from Heathrow to our flat south of London at rush hour last night was a bit of a nightmare. It was cold and wet. There were flash floods near where we were heading and there had been a big accident that had closed the M25 for a while near the junction we use. It took us 2 ½ hours to cover a distance that takes 40 minutes in good traffic. I hate to think what getting around London will be like in another couple of weeks when the Olympics start. The lucky bit was that because of the back up, the taxi driver decided to get off the M25 and head down towards the A25. He ended up following about a five-mile section of the Olympic road race route. Gorgeous. In spite of the cold and the rain. The road closure signs are up and the road surface on the section we travelled looks really good. Too bad I won’t be here to watch.
Don’t forget to donate to the Sickle Cell Foundation of Tanzania.