the eagles have landed

.... or the crows, or whatever that WW2 phrase was ..... anyhow, yes, we flew safely and on time into London Heathrow, fetched up by Kirit The Driver -- and deposited by him at 4 Cope Place early Sunday afternoon.
Those who have been here know about the stairs; suffice to say we were grateful for Kirit's assistance getting up to our penthouse bedroom (5 flights of steep and narrow stairs, for the uninitiated).
After unpacking as best one may in someone else's bedroom, we walked next door to a fine little Italian cafe for excellent pizza and a glass of Prosecco -- and returned home for a blessed hot shower and 12 hours of blessed sleep.
Have spoken a couple of times to Lil -- at her dad's until 5 PM today -- and also to Leenie and Greg in Marrakesh (they are having a luxurious time of it there).
Today is orientation; we've found the French cafe (croissants and cappuccino) and the local market and other necessaries on Kensington High Street. Now we're settling in at the house, reading the Int'l. Trib, making tea, and taking it easy until Lil comes home -- peace and quiet most needed, after the long journey.
More later --