This is just a note that was left to us by a friend when we were staying with her in London, just before Marianne and I took the train to Edinburgh. That would have been early in 2009, just after Marianne retired from the Bureau of Laboratories. We went to London, Edinburgh, and York in a kind of victory lap.
This particular notebook didn't go with us, though. The note somehow made its way back to America with us, and so I pasted into the most convenient notebook. As a kind of diary substitute. For some reason I seem to be congenitally incapable of keeping a diary.