on Monday 24th, Paul decides to go to lords which has something to do with cricket, ugh. I decline and decide to have a quiet morning washing and packing.
It is raining in London and has been on and off for a couple of days. Part of me thinks, great we get to experience traditional English weather. All that sunshine cannot be good for you. Actually vitamin D is very good for you.
Anyway, you would think that London would be used to rain and the people seem to be with everyone wearing sensible rain jackets and umbrellas everywhere. Our wonderful hotel also has umbrellas which you can have as required. A bit like the wine and cheese.
However the roads and streets become rivers after a bit of rain. Not just puddles but torrents of water gushing down the middle of the footpath. So rain is not that great after all. But it does not seem to last just huge amounts for a short period and then just cloudy, dreary and then more showers. At least, No sunburn today, nor sun.
Reminds me of the other day when it was sunny and we did the long march to St Paul's cathedral. I was attacked twice. Once by a rude tourist who bumped me with her elbow and almost knocked me over. And then, a rude tourist stepped on my sandal nearly yanking it off my foot so that I nearly fell. So what ! you say? If you have read the previous trip blogs, you will know that I sprain an ankle on
every overseas trip so we are on ankle watch. My ankle survives this time.
On Paul's return from Lourdes, we meet in piccadilly and walk to Covent garden and the markets and beautiful old buildings. And there was a Jamie Oliver restaurant that was full so we could not eat there.
That night we panic about the trains as there is to be a tube strike on the day we are to get the train to the airport so that even ta is will be overrun. That night at our usual wine and cheese, for free, we run into an Australian couple from Brisbane who advise us to book a taxi now! Something about this urgency appeals to one of us. So we do.
Makes me think of the interesting people we had metat these red wine and cheese socials. We are the old couple there every night and as we are staying longer than most people, we are well known to staff.
One night we spoke to a couple called Paul and Tracey. Yes we all had a good laugh about that.







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