A Hunting We Will Go

Where's Elmer Fudd when you need him. Here in London they don't have to worry about raccoons rumblng through their trash. No, not at all. But last night Elmer Fudd could have switched from hunting rabbits and taken his turn at foxes. Not foxy ladies....real, live foxes!!! These things run through the street at night like stray pets. I could not believe we saw 3-4 last night. They have become experts at crossing the street. They know when to look left and when to look right (Unlike the two of us who have to keep each other from getting run over). Needless to say, we will be back in the hotel room before I have a close encounter of the pass out kind.

Blogging again soon,

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