Our early flight from Boston had us arriving in London after dark. We had an one hour wait to go through customes and instead of busing or taking a train to Canterbury, we had a taxi take us the last 2 hours south. We arrived at our hotel around 11:30pm. All the lights were out and it looked as if we were going to have to find something different for the evening, but after awhile, a kind women, Jennie, came to the door and let us in. She was happy to see us, she offered to help us with the bags and sent us to bed with 3 bottles of local English style ale, as well as 2 bags of crisps and 2 bags of peanuts.
Nice room with all the expeted English trimmings, we have a tea pot and an ironing board, just in case the Queen shows up.
While opening our first bottle with my eye glasses case, I managed to launch the cap, square in to my left eye, a loud pop and stars! Funny, the ale wes called, "Bishop's Finger", poked in the eye by the Bishop's Finger as a gesture to take it easy on the trip of a lifetime.