Three Things

1. Is it just me or is this sign sort of...inappropriate? Dave had some dermatology appointments at Ealing Hospital and we ended up spending three mornings there, about three too many if you ask me.* We got very familiar with the parking lot since we took the bus there each time (and it stops in the parking lot if you didn't figure that out). I saw this sign in the lot and I find the wording a liiiiittttttlllle strange.

I don't know about you but I don't think any words relating to death, dying and killing should be out in the open on hospital grounds. I think they could say "SLOW DOWN!" and the message would get across. Instead, the hospital is imploring people to kill something, which hopefully the hospital is not concurrently doing.

2. The other night we landed at Gatwick about 12:20am, caught one of the last Gatwick Express trains to Victoria, then stood around Victoria trying to catch a cab. While waiting I saw a cab pull up and the driver ran into the station (not sure where, it was pretty much closed) and then I noticed it - he was driving a courtesy car cab! How cute is that? I guess his cab was in the shop so he was given another cab, a courtesy vehicle to drive around in the meantime. So his cab, which wasn't his cab, was a loaner, so he could keep doing his cabbing.

Sorry, that's a bad picture, but you get the idea. I had no idea they offer courtesy black cab cars. I guess, why not? Cabbies need to keep driving, so if their car is out of commission they have a loaner. Maybe I'm the only person who is fascinated by this. But you have to understand, it was late, we were trying to get home, I was tired....

3. I finally, finally took one of the old Routemaster buses today. I have been wanting to take one for a while and today both the 19 and 22 NEVER came, so I finally got on a 9 to Hyde Park Corner. It was ok. Maybe not quite as exciting as I expected, but I also didn't sit upstairs. So I obviously didn't take full advantage of the situation. I guess I was more annoyed that for some reason about seven 22's passed by the Green Park stop for no apparent reason (and no 19 ever came). And now I feel like my 9 ride was tarnished, and I have to do it again. So in actuality it was a total bust. Great. But at least I got to see this guy, and take the 9 with him, and transfer to the 137 with him, AND get off at Sloane Square with him.

And the entire time I was trying to figure out what the hell was up with the wig. I never did come to any conclusions.

See the 9? Yes, I was one of those dorks who takes pictures while riding the old buses. I tried to be sly, trust me.

Bonus 4. Riley has created a new game that only she seems to enjoy playing. After she eats (more like pigs out) she whines for more food. Yes, our dog communicates by whining, but it actually works for us, so don't judge. She whines, and whines and finally I get up to make her more food. Once she sees me pour some food into her bowl she immediately takes off for the bedroom and doesn't come out for hours. She has me trained, I admit it. She probably gets together with her dog friends and tells them about this stupid human she's working on. How she's teaching me to respond to certain whines, and I do it, and she doesn't even need to give me a treat. In fact, she's probably getting paid to teach her friends how to do it with their humans. I wouldn't put it past her.

* I just posted this and realized Dave is going to read this and I guarantee his thought process will be "Sorry I had to go to Ealing Hospital. You didn't have to come with me. I didn't mean to force you to go." And that is NOT what I was implying. My point, DAVE, was that I wish we didn't have to go at all. But of course I wanted to go with you. I would not have skipped it, even if we had to go 1,537,291 times. So there!