And the real reason this week was mo' betta than most:
Being the champ that he is, Todd tried for standby on his Friday night, Saturday night, and he finally made it out on Sunday night. Meaning he got into London Monday morning and hopped on a train up to York.
We were finally reunited!
First stop: the famous Betty's.
After our tea room experience, we wandered, ate some dinner, and grabbed tickets to the show currently in town: Spamalot! A delight for everyone-minus Todd, who was running on about an hour of sleep and therefore was in and out of consciousness during the show. But I'm pretty sure even he liked the parts he was awake for.
Bam! Monday was good. Real good.