Unfortunately I have been unable to upload photos from the Internet cafe but I have certainly been taking loads of them which I am fully intending to bombard everyone with when I get back.
I am glad to hear that the postcards I sent off arrived at their destinations. There is always something strange about writing addresses in other countries. You wonder if you copied the information down correctly and numbers are long for some streets.
I have to mention that travelling with a child overseas certainly changes the amount of time you may spend in one place. In particular any art gallery you may wish to meander through at leisure. There is a certain amount of intense "me" factor that goes with being a child (the "me" being totally attached to the child). Lots of eye rolling and expressing of extreme boredom prior to and during the event by child member of family. Later however, when looking back at photos and films, he does admit that the effort is worth it.
I have, on the odd occasion, just told him to be quiet and let me enjoy myself.
However, we have only had one major grumpy event and that was when we first arrived in the UK and I shall attribute that to lack of sleep for everyone. There have been a couple of moments where S and I have had to walk away from each other to prevent tension. All in all a big learning curve.
I realise how stressful it can be hanging around in close proximity with each other for days on end. It did take more than a couple of days to get into a groove with each other.
Some of the places we have been to are:
- National Motor Museum
- Salisbury Cathedral
- Imperial War Museum
- Tate Modern
- Victoria and Albert Museum
- St Thomas Old Operating Theatre
- Covent Garden
- London Transport Museum
- Cabinet War Rooms (I went shopping instead, having seen it previously)
- Tower Bridge
- Shakespeare's Globe Theatre
- The Clink Prison
- Trafalgar Square
- Hampton Court Palace
I think there are some other places which I cannot recall off the top of my head. It certainly explains why the hotel room is such a refuge at about 5.00pm in the afternoon. We get there and stay there. No late nights for us (is that an age thing?).
The weather has improved and today, for the first time, I actually did not have to put on my jacket. This was also the first time my hair did not go frizzy - which was a daily event that annoyed me no end. I think that shows a level of shallowness on my part. Really, who would worry about frizzy hair on a holiday? But I would leave the hotel room with smooth hair and by the end of the day my hair was like some sort of haystack.
Well, I shall sign off for now and do a bit of surfing the net. Need to empty my mail box of junk mail (of which there is a lot).
Until the next visit to a computer....