Good morning, London

It's the wee hours of the morning here in London. (Barnes, to be precise.) While Michael and the boys continue to sleep upstairs, I sit at the kitchen table, gazing out the window at the beautiful trees, shrubs, vines and old iron cast fence surrounding the lovely home we've been blessed to stay at while here.  With my tea cup in hand, I slowly begin our first morning together here in London. I quietly start the laundry, carry out the rubbish and recyclables to the curb, hoping not to make a peep so the "men of the house" can continue on with their rest before venturing out to the streets of London...