Coming into the Country

A few pics. The flight over was wonderful with all able to sleep for at leave 5 hours. I found an empty row and laid down in the back and really snoozed. Makes all the difference with jet lag. I compare this with the almost sleepless night I had flying to Tel Aviv last year, seated next to a U.N. weapons inspector in Iraq.

Ladies in the British Isles wear hats at wedding with great aplomb. They can carry it off swimmingly. I, however, have never been a hat person, except for fly fishing and may have to have counselling to get myself into the swing of things. Am already fretting about this. Whatever am I going to do?

My mother's maiden name.