Our London stay

I should say a few words about our accommodations in Notting Hill, the unfortunately named Reem Hotel. Actually it’s really one word and the word is “small.” Not necessarily known for my prodigious wingspan, I can nevertheless stand on the bed and nearly touch both walls. The bathroom is similarly diminutive. Let’s just say I’m thankful we brought the travel-sized toiletries. Luckily, my wife shares my opinion that a hotel is little more than a place to sleep and store one’s unmentionables. And on occasion hide out from the law.