It's been a while since my last post. Sorry, quite a bit going on lately. However, I will conclude my London memoirs with my return home.
Upon opening my apartment door, I was greeted by a floor full of balloons.
Having been travelling nearly 20 hours trying to return to my home sweet home,my mind was not fully functioning. I forgot that my birthday had passed and perhaps this was my friends' way of welcoming me back. I, instead, went directly upstairs, and called the exterminator. This was our conversation:
Exterminator: What seems to be the problem.
Me: I have clowns.
E: You have what?
Me: Clowns! I haven't actually seen one, yet. But their droppings are everywhere.