Karaoke, here we come!

The trains transporting loads of Marshalls pull into Waverly Station at 3:19 and 3:58. And so it begins. 

After a glorious communion service finishing with a grandiose Wesley hymn (always the best way to finish a service, except for "The 

Hallelujah Chorus"), I am spending this afternoon baking cookies. Gluten free banana bread already awaits our three celiacs. 

And tonight, dinner at The Elephant House followed by an evening of American crooning at Frankenstein's Pub. 

Be afraid. Be very afraid. Here there be monsters. (Do I have enough mixed references now?)