Gaiman on a Rainy London Day

I haven’t had a head cold since 2003. No lie. I simply refuse to get them. So, I guess a nearly 5 year streak is pretty good. Dog gone it.

The cabs in London are my favorite. They are very cute and squat and fat, like British pub cat, I imagine, and they have all this great room inside for luggage instead of a trunk.

I spent the rainy, cold, July day nursing my runny nose and reading Neil Gaiman stories in London about London.