HOLD ON A MINUTE....DAY 3 - LONDON

So the other day, while he was at work I think, Paul figured out how to find our lost pictures.

Because he is VERY busy at work doing lots of planning and business developing and...well, whatever.

So, while the guys went to have a real live "In the Trenches" experience at the Imperial War Museum, Kayla and I did a little more sightseeing and people watching.

Hey, Kayla what's that?
Heh, made ya look!

The museum had all sorts of aircraft hovering overhead.


Here is my little boy with Little Boy.

After the museums we headed back to St. James Palace to get the typical tourist-type pictures.

Um...excuse me...but could you tell me how you get such height to your hair?


Kayla with the police officer.

Blake with the police officer.

I think all the police officers are named Bobby....



Kayla and Blake with a palace guard.

Between the Imperial War Museum and the above photos, we visited the Museum of London.

This was my idea because I had read that the Museum of London had an air raid shelter in which you could experience what Londoners experienced during the war.

Not only did we not find the air raid shelter, but we did not find anything of interest to any of us.

This sounds very uncultured and boorish of us, because it actually was a very nice museum. But we were over tired, over hungry, over walked, over subwayed, and by that time, over museumed; so three quarters of us were a little bit grumpy, and so, went through the museum in about 13 minutes.

I'm sure you can guess that Paul was the 25% of the W family who took his time and absorbed every last detail of medieval life in London.

This was fine, as the rest of us were able to rest on some benches and shop at the gift shop. The kids really wanted to buy some Bobby helmets to bring home but I didn't think they would pack easily being the dome shape that they are. And neither one of them would agree to wear them on the plane to save valuable suitcase space.

Seeing as how it was about 3:00 pm and all we had eaten that day was a little bit of cereal and some chips and candy bars (because even when we travel, I INSIST on maintaining our healthy eating habits) we were desperate, DESPERATE I tell you, to find a place for dinner.

So as we made our way back to the subway that would take us to the other side of town, there was a little grumbling about the fact that the Museum of London was kind of a bust for us.

I'M SORRY! The guide book said there was an air raid shelter. I thought it would be neat to see.

This of course caused Paul to insist that I had misread the guide book and was confusing the air raid shelter with the "Life in the Trenches" exhibit at the Imperial War Museum.

Huh uh!

So when we got back to the flat that night, I had the unpleasant task of turning to the page in the guidebook that said, IN BLACK AND WHITE, that we were sure to thoroughly enjoy the air raid shelter at THE MUSEUM OF LONDON.

Look, I don't enjoy saying "I told you so" but sometimes it is necessary.

It was not however, worth it, considering the numerous subway stops and eternal walking we had to suffer to get to the museum that did not, after all, have the air raid shelter. We had even skipped lunch to make it to that museum.

Talk about sacrifice.

After the museum visits we walked through Greene Park and decided to eat at the original Hard Rock Cafe.

All moods improved greatly here because, of course, we were able to fill our stomachs.

Oh, and we accidentally let our fifteen-year-old daughter drink a beverage made with Bacardi Rum.

Yes, even 4,000 miles from home, I can still manage to stay in the running for mother of the year.