I sail to London lickety-split. And by sail I mean barreling through the Chunnel. And by lickety-split I mean in several hours (soon enough to make me grumble, certainly). I have absolutely nothing planned. I'm ready for cream tea! English breakfast! Fish and chips! Indian food! English gardens! Libraries! Museums! The BFI! Mostly, I'm ready to sleep, though I should probably be packing my toothbrush and q-tips.