Walking

and walking and walking and walking.

So apparently no one walks in LA. Well that's what they say. 'We're British,' we said. 'We walk.' So we walked. And walked. And walked. Harold Fry had nothing on us. We walked down Laurel Canyon to get coffee (please can someone build some pavements/sidewalks so no one dies. Well no one British. Or stupid!) We walked to West Hollywood to get breakfast (WeHo when you're in the know i.e. us from now on) We walked to the social security office in Hollywood (which was closed because we had been walking for three hours!) Then we walked back. Actually we crawled part of the way. Because we live in the hills. And we're British. And stupid.