I am relaxing in the tiny room that I am sharing with Diane. She and Patti are watching rugby in the pub downstairs.
We left Vi and Fred after a delightful breakfast and headed to Warwick Castle and took the tour and headed for Banbury (of fame: there was a fine lady upon a white horse, with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, she shall have music where ever she goes.) I remember coming to Banbury as a child and having a creme puff and thinking that nothing could be so great. We had lunch there and I opted for a glass of South African wine and a goat cheese tart. Walking to a ATM (they call it a hole in the wall) I got sterling and then drenched by a downpour before we made it to the car. Driving is going well, Patti got on the Motorway (scary big freeway) and we went 20 miles and it felt great, sun was out by the time we got to Deddington and we walked into a cute antique shop. It is Sunday and nothing much open.
Having a wonderful time and everyone we meet wants to know if we like Obamaand if we think he can fix the econmy and end the war. The dollar is really strong against the pound and we are finding things a bargain. Lots of closed shops and evidence that things are not good here. A buck up attitude esp. with older people who talk about World War 2 and pulling together.
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