You can’t take me anywhere

Normally it is David who is clumsy, but thus far on the trip it’s been me. I’ve dropped my fork during brunch, then a few minutes later dropped bacon and syrup on it. I tried to steal a spoonful of ice cream from David and dropped it on my vest. Today I was eating a steak and ale pie and dropped a big piece on the floor at Hampton Court Palace…then I ate if off the floor because I was so hungry…. I worry that David might think I’m some sort of uncouth barbarian. David, on the other hand, has been graceful and helpful (we understand the underground system well enough now after a week that David is now guiding lost tourists). Such a good boy scout! He’s also been much better than me about being assertive and asking for the check.