Drinking more water.

Did that really happen?  Was yesterday's photograph really taken yesterday or was it a month ago?  It seems like a lifetime, or even as though I haven't taken it yet, I'm not really sure.

If I may, for the second day in a row draw from the wisdom within the Guide:
"You'd better be prepared for the jump into hyperspace. It's unpleasently like being drunk."
"What's so unpleasant about being drunk?
"Ask a glass of water."

Here we are, feeling significantly as though we've just been drunk unpleasantly, on the other side of the world a mere fifteen hours from when we left, after twenty five hours of travel.

As we swapped the silver tube for the London Tube, joining the morning commuters I sent an SMS message to Shelley so they would know our whereabouts:

"Lwaving earl cy"  it said.

I think I need to drink more water, a lot more water, before we attempt the Putney High Street.