More thrilling vacation excitement

I'm definitely batting zero for compelling material today.  If nothing else I did manage to navigate the streets without dying to get to a nail salon for a pedicure.  Everyone jaywalks here, apparently, except for me and 3 other old people who are probably also tourists. I still can't even estimate when it's safe to jaywalk in London at this point.  My nails were tag-teamed by three different technicians in turn as they switched tasks to accommodate each new customer who walked through the door.  It was efficient in its way, and the pedicure turned out beautifully.  I just don't know who ended up with the tip.  Even though I nearly fell asleep whilst drying my toes, my attempt to nap was ultimately unsuccessful, and so I'm having an early dinner.  All the people back home are having lunch. I'm not even really hungry; it's just something to do.  The soup is zucchini lemon mint, and it looks disturbing but tastes delicious.  Don't tell my mom I liked something with zucchini in it.  She'd have a heart attack.  I wonder if zucchini is different in England.  There's a sprig of mint placed at the edge of the bowl as a garnish, and it revolves around slowly as I eat, like a wilting clock, ticking the minutes away.  I didn't notice it early enough to try a time lapse photo; but, seriously, no one wants to see this soup anyway.

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After slowly enjoying three courses and a glass of port, I may have finally killed enough time to just take a bath and go to bed.    Is 8 too early?  My answer is that it's way later than two.  I'll do better tomorrow, I promise.  🤙🏻