Despite a clear warning to the contrary, young Eddie started the morning off by taking a good long stare at the chest region of the *Bountiful* Maria; luckily I had previously warned her of any passing advances that he may have thrown towards her. On arriving at Manchester a thought started perculating through the mind of Eddie; did he turn off the TV, and did he lock the front door -- it's a case of "Hello Boston, goodbye wide-screen TV" It wasn't until I got to the airport that I realized that my coniving family had switched my jacket -- now it looks like I've been kicked out of a yacht club... The jacket switch came with a price, the bloody brass buttons sparked off the metal detectors and I got a free feel-up at security; Eddie wants to borrow the jacket when we get to the US. The flight was quiet, we got to see the London Eye and the Houses of Parliament; however on landing we've found that we are in a Godless airport without a Starbucks... The in-flight meal consisted of a cake with poppy seeds on -- but it wasn't the same as the poppy-cake I got on the "Dam'": if it was we wouldn't need a plane to fly home... Eddie has calculated that he can take up to twenty pictures a day with his current memory cards... God alone can save me now. Signing off for now...