The Day The Smalls Took On London Town

I don’t have much in the way of words at the moment, I think much of it is the same old whiny depression shit, which I’m dealing with, badly, but y’know, you just keep going.

However, in the midst of all the crap, The Mr and I took The Smalls to London. Started in a hideous, tiny, pokey little hotel, which quite literally served as our dumping ground and somewhere to attempt to sleep. The Smalls didn’t care, WE WERE IN LONDON!!!

It was only 2 days, but wow, it was brilliant. I mean, I’ve been to London a million times; I have family down there, I’ve shot weddings there, I’ve been to meetings and conferences there, but with The Smalls and The Mr, it was great. They were great.

Day 1: Ass-crack of dawn, travelled on the train, hotel, walk through Hyde Park, lunch at Wagamama in Kensington, underground to Buckingham Palace, walk across Westminster, 3pm Big Ben chimes, London Eye, Tower Bridge, dinner in Strada (where they were the most well-behaved, ridiculously exhausted kids I had ever seen), M&S for some sneaky vino/beer, pass out.

Day 2: Walk to Pret-a-Manger (for a decent healthy start of a bacon and egg roll, porridge and fruit), tube to Natural History Museum (since when did that place become a furnace?) back and forth to collect luggage from hotel, Euston, dinner from M&S (seriously, so easy to make an easy tea of chicken wraps and salad and fruit juice and muffins) train home, pass out.

Absolutely can’t wait to do it again.

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