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... really worried, so she took the girl to the A&E (ER) for bloodwork. The problem then was that Anne was supposed to take Joe, Erica, and Becca to London because they have to buy Tube tickets for our London field trip on Friday and Anne was going to Heathrow to fly to Paris anyway so she offered to drive them. But then of course she got stuck at the A&E. So Larry called Emma and told Emma to go to the A&E and relieve Anne. However, after Emma ...
... an imposing street-scape.
We headed for the Museum of Natural History as our first stop. This was an amazing place with dinosaur skeletons and fossils out on a 'Touch and Feel' display for little kids (and this big kid) to explore. The biggest surprise was the Pitt Rivers Museum at the rear. See the Photo: it was like a second hand shop, dimly lit, glass cases with barely enough room to get between and all crammed with examples of ...
... back to work for the evening. Anyone who's a bit late runs frantically across the quad - we speculate that the fierce little women read out a roll of dishonour at the end of each day: "and Joe Bloggs of Birmingham was five minutes late after morning tea, and was observed to leave the conference room to visit the Gents at least twice during the afternoon!"
The third table was for the rest of us, and it was spacious enough that you weren't on top of anyone else, but could pass ...
... 20p for a similar but not as attractive seat such as this. Today, our final touring day had us visiting Bibury, a stunning village with a National Trust lane called Arlington Row. It would be fitting to see Dickens leaving one of the tiny houses. Perhaps he may be able to find my Canon lens top which is lurking in one of the many nettle ...
... Station by my cousin Marion and her husband, David, and driven to the Cotswold village of Brailes for a Godson family reunion. Everyone there but in-laws will be descendents of my two grandparents: Clementina and Ernest Godson, who met in that village before they moved to London. According to my cousin, Sue, I am not "my American cousin," but "my cousin who lives in America"
Sorry this is so long. Did find the little machine, very thankful.