You know, there was something very cool I forgot to mention about the night of the 12th — walking home from Westminster to Victoria, Big Ben rang off the hour.

We’d been around the clock quite a bit over the course of the last couple days but I don’t think we’d ever been around for anything but mid-hour bits.

It was eleven o’clock at night: dark and misty and that bell just doesn’t sound like Anything Else In the World except itself.

A fine thing to hear on our last full day/night in London.

It was right at that point that I realized without a doubt that I was back in London. There's just nothing else in the world that sounds quite like Big-Ben on a rainy night.

And on your birthday too!! How cool for you!