London

So I'm here in London.

Amanda's conked out on the bed - guess she wasn't energetic enough to keep up for long.

The city is cold, rainy, wet, drab, and miserable. And to someone like me, it's an absolute riot of color.

But I just can't seem to get comfortable. And no, it's not because Amanda stole my favorite dress shirt - blast it all. The townies here are rude and they absolutely hate foreigners. Tomorrow we're scheduled to go meet Amanda's ... mother, for lack of a better term. The woman who raised her.

I just want you all to know that in the event of my death or transformation into an amphibian I am leaving all of my worldly goods in Dame Frost's care.

Now, I believe that sleep calls to me. Either that or Amanda's snoring again. I haven't decided which yet.

Manuel