XXXIII: London 2012, Part Three

What else have we done while in London? Well, we've continued to sit and stare while The American writes:

We went to the V&A but stayed in the bag, as per usual. Though John kept sneaking peeks at the girly statues.

This is Pandora . . .

And this is some dead woman.

(No, John, she didn't take any pictures of the naked ones.)

We went to the Science Museum, too, but the only pictures she took there were of stuff she thought the beasts kids would like. She didn't even stop to let me play with anything.

Walked through Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park, though that day it was cloudy and threatening rain.

Albert Memorial

Hyde Park

(She said Jim needed some air. I'd argue he needs a lot less air, but she doesn't listen to me anyway.)

We went to the Novello to see "Noises Off" but you can guess where John and I remained.

She went out to dinner with a friend and didn't bother to invite us. We sat in bed and waited . . .

(Yes, John, you're in the middle again. Get over it.)

Finally, today we went to the National Portrait Gallery. Trafalgar Square. Stopped for lunch . . .

Then went on to Covent Garden. I don't see how they can call it an Easter Egg "Hunt" when the eggs are all right there for anyone to find:

Later, walking back through Green Park we came upon a sort of ceremony.

And now? Now we are back at the flat. Watching her write. Again.