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... br> I got Pret, went to Leicester Square and sat under a tree reading a book from Waterstones and then gave in and went to M&M world to get chocolate.
I saw Nathan (the boy who used to work at Ripley's Believe It or Not) there, so that was lovely to see him.
After what I would call a day or productively doing nothing, I went to see a show.
But I've seen this one before.
The last time I ...
... Potter. Pictures taken and a zip through the gift shop, we were back on the way to Kensington Palace.
At the Palace where Queen Victoria grew up as a child, we actually missed the front entrance and façade of the palace and found ourselves out the back. It was now that late that we had missed admission and the palace was closing. Sneaking in the café and into the gift shop...technically we were at Kensington Palace...we had to buy a magnet as proof. ...
It was a busy day trying to pack for the trip. It was a struggle to squeeze everything in but eventually I got in all that I needed.
I was quite nervous which I guess is to be expected facing 8 days of cycling in very hilly countryside, not to mention visiting a country I haven't been to before with 47 other committed people who I only know a little.
I set off from home just after 4pm and had ...
... hold. The total time of a usual round trip was 10 months, and when it was done generally a new crew was hired to make the next trip. The trips to China lasted until the Suez Canal opened and steam ships going through the canal could make the trip in less time and carry more tea. The Cutty Sark then started hauling cotton from Australia. The problem with that is a good portion of ...
... Playing with little kid toys, playing dress up or just creating something out of play dough, is some what relaxing, despite the fact that the kids keep you on your toes running around after them. It also grounds you, bringing you back to the small little joys of life. You get a taste of that innocence that we all once possessed. Your imaginative streak fades from the dull grey of adult life and flourishes back into full pre adolescent color. Where a mere stick become the ...