From darkest New York, and with a marmalade sandwich under his hat, Mr. Furly has finally arrived in London!
It's a good thing I had an inclination that he might arrive soon. With this tag any family, including the Browns, could have taken him home!
I've told Furl the news: it's never foggy here, women AND men love to drink tea, and they're still driving on the wrong side of the road!
We're happily reunited, after the long journey he insisted on taking alone.
On a side note, when we were both packing a couple months ago, my mom commented, "Mr. Furly, being Mr. Furly, should have Louis Vuitton luggage!"
You know, she's got a point...and has known him as long as I have.