An odd time
The weather has mainly been hot and steamy with the odd storm passing through to clear the air for a day or maybe two. The cycling has been good and I've managed to swim every day, at the weekends I've been out playing on the computer under the shade of the tree and then plunging into the pool to cool down; bliss.
I had a meeting in Long Island and decided that it would be as quick, and more convenient, to drive as fly. So armed with the new GPS as an insurance I headed north. I was either brave or foolhardy and headed through mid Manhattan but apart from some heavy traffic it was a great experience. On the way back I tried the GW bridge (pictured) and the road was jammed through the Bronx until I got onto the lower deck of the bridge. The queue for the upper deck was massive, probably because lorries aren't permitted on the lower deck. The journeys were pretty boring because it was mainly freeway and apart from Manhattan, the most exciting thing was trying to find a restaurant that I could eat at on the way back.
This week I'm in the UK and I'm sat in the Virgin Atlantic lounge burning time before I get on the flight. I was with Helen the last time I left the US and it felt like a holiday, but this time, late on Sunday evening, it feels distinctly odd leaving home to go to the UK.
Hopefully I'll see some of you this week and please, if you're thinking of coming over, drop me a line or give us a call.
I had a meeting in Long Island and decided that it would be as quick, and more convenient, to drive as fly. So armed with the new GPS as an insurance I headed north. I was either brave or foolhardy and headed through mid Manhattan but apart from some heavy traffic it was a great experience. On the way back I tried the GW bridge (pictured) and the road was jammed through the Bronx until I got onto the lower deck of the bridge. The queue for the upper deck was massive, probably because lorries aren't permitted on the lower deck. The journeys were pretty boring because it was mainly freeway and apart from Manhattan, the most exciting thing was trying to find a restaurant that I could eat at on the way back.
This week I'm in the UK and I'm sat in the Virgin Atlantic lounge burning time before I get on the flight. I was with Helen the last time I left the US and it felt like a holiday, but this time, late on Sunday evening, it feels distinctly odd leaving home to go to the UK.
Hopefully I'll see some of you this week and please, if you're thinking of coming over, drop me a line or give us a call.
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