What couldn't you buy at Harrods?

In 1969, you were able to purchase LIONS in the London Harrods pet department. It was legal. No, not a lion stuffed animal. A real lion cub. Thankfully, some of the animals were rescued in the seventies from their basement abodes. The lion below made it from a Chelsea basement back to a Kenyan reserve.
You could also purchase a puma, giraffe, zebra or cheetah until the late 1970s.

Dr. Who and the Bard

I have not yet become accustomed to the Dr. Who phenomenon. There is this one guy who can travel between worlds and have worlds collide with his.... and people here love it. The Christmas special with Kylie Minogue (don't get me started) was the highest viewed TV episode in England.

Now he's playing Hamlet. Apparently throngs of fans have descended in Stratford to watch him be upstaged by Patrick Stewart. That I want to see.

apparently the atlantic affects chocolate

Everyone knows Cadburys. But in England, they really take it to another level. The chocolate here is so much better. I have yet to discover why or how - but needless to say I'm enjoying it. Perhaps the colonies are not the worth the higher calibre of chocolate than Euro trash. There are so many things I miss in Canada regarding food. I have now found something I'll miss when I finally return.

Airline bad karma was due

With all my flying I've been relatively lucky. Despite some long delays, an incident with a stewardess and a door, and some 'almost-lands' I've never had that many issues with airlines. Since I've been flying before I was one, this is pretty good. However, the last two months with airlines have been interesting.

• Not my fault - issues with KLM. They double charged me, my bank wouldn't put a hold on my money and needless to say it was 10 days of painful calling, arguing and no resolutions.
• Clearly my fault - instead of booking the evening flight (like I thought I did), I booked the morning on our flight back from Switzerland. So instead of having a full day in Lucerne in Switzerland, all nice and relaxing, L2 and I will be doing a mad dash to the Basel Airport on the bank holiday. Apologies brother. I've never kicked myself so hard.