Before long we were back on the train headed home. The fields were green and I got one more great look at Arundel castle through the window before the rain started streaking the glass.
while I was busy looking at this cloud in the shape of a rooster:
After saying goodbye to my pal, I walked back to the tube stop through Primrose High Street, which James proudly told me "has no Starbucks." I caught the tube, but there was some construction (always, always on the weekends) and had to wait at Camden Town for an inordinately long time.
On the way home I stopped at Knightsbridge to see one of my favorite London things: the Harvey Nichols windows. I like working out a narrative for each window. For example:
"This colorful, stringy wig is so heavy. So heavy I turned upside down. Luckily my mylar pants are filled with helium!"
"Is that a lady-tiger? Yikes! I'm out of here. Good thing I'm wearing track shoes."
"Help! It's a giant leopard made of string!!! Where are my tangerine trousers?"
Shelby did a backflip. At almost the same moment, a giant pony crashed through the wall.
"We were just there, you know, minding our own business. Then this enormous fish from the Emerald City came out of nowhere and bust through the wall! I wish I got a better picture. It was banoodles!!!"