What time is it where you live?

Greetings from jolly old England! We've been here nearly five days. So far our tasks have included sleep, trying to sleep, trying to sleep at the correct time and (finally coming to our senses) trying to sleep whenever we get the chance. Fatigue rules, but despite the massive task of adjusting a family of five to an eight-hour time change, we have turned our efforts towards the even more massive task of getting our lives settled here. We've spent the better part of our non-sleeping hours (not necessarily considered waking hours, since our wakefulness could truly be debated) on the dwelling hunt (aka your guest quarters when you visit London). Until we secure our permanent digs we're living in limbo in one of the most hectic (aka non family oriented) parts of the city. Here's a peek at our cute, albeit tiny, noisy flat . . .

The narrow entrance hall leading to two tiny bedrooms


The reception (aka living room in the US)


The kitchen


My kitchen window view into the echoey inner open space in this odd converted building


Flying rats rule the skies (the clouds might disagree)


Flat views