Traveling with a Lisa Gags order.
Traveling with a Lisa Gags Order-We woke up late and missed most of the 5 hours of daylight turning us into mole people by dinner. In the rain, Lisa thought that she looked like Mary Poppins, but with her umbrella blowing up in the wind, she more resembled Mary Poppin-pills. We walked the Royal Mile seeing lots of church’s called Kirks in Scotland (or Captain in Vulcan), the Bank of Scotland, St. Giles Cathedral, several boarding schools with priggish headmasters, and Holyrood Palace; which is the Queen’s digs in Scotland which were under repair, so we couldn’t get in. I wonder if Liz’s corgis did a number not on the royal wee wee pads thwarting our visit? After dark (known in the States as early afternoon), Lisa wanted to go to the plaid light district to see the hookers in the windows. What tartans these women are! By the time we got to Edinburgh Castle, the guards saw us and, despite Lisa’s Mediterranean looks; must’ve thought we were Vikings storming the castle, as they closed the solid doors in our faces.
Soaked, we returned to our hotel where Lisa left her wet crimson wool coat on the bed. After an extremely meat filled dinner in a South African Restaurant (a totally Krugerandom place to eat), we went back to our hotel to discover that Lady McLisa’s coat had left red stains on the duvet. As she scrubbed and scrubbed at the stains to no avail, she repeatedly said, “Out, damned spot! Out, I say!” before saying, “What’s done is done!” Sure, she won’t have her Marriott/Starwood Platinum Status turned to tin like mine.
Rubber Chicken 