Our European Adventure

Sunday in London. You can hear the church bells. We took the tube to Buckingham Palace to see what all the fuss was about.

Buckingham Palace is weird. The gates and the statues are lovely to look at, but you know. Meh. I’ve seen more interesting things in my life. And where was the Queen? I thought we’d at least get to see that wussy little wave she does. Even a fake hand sticking out of one of the windows would be nice. They could put a lacy cuff on the wrist and some costume jewellery on the fingers and it’d just have to turn back and forth… maybe I’ll write and suggest that. Reckon it’d be a winner.

The hot cup of tea we got at the park was nice though (it was such a freezing day!) and Saphira was happy to have another quick frolic with a squirrel. We didn’t last long outdoors though, and took another tube to check out Saint Paul’s Cathedral. Of course on Sunday they don’t really like you going in and peering at people while they’re doing the whole church thing, so we resolved to come back early Monday morning. We might be on holidays, but we should’ve known that Monday mornings aren’t ever a desirable thing to see… we will have to see St Paul’s another time. Maybe in the next life.

Headed to Spitalfields market to savour the last hours of the day with a bit of shopping. Suitcases are a fair bit heavy now thanks to a few purchases made! We had dinner at Giraffe, mainly because it was there and we knew Saffi would dig it. She certainly dug her orange balloon! We’ve gotten into the habit of making a toast before every meal, and Saphira tries to keep track of whose turn it is. She made her toast (which was so memorable that I’ve forgotten it) and tucked in to whatever it was she ordered. Sorry, my memory is fading. Or I just can’t be bothered. Suffice to say, it was a lovely night. The end.