We headed out to Westminster once the shower was sorted and we were clean, the Abbey looked beautiful and Big Ben was looking rather stupendously elegant against the grey London sky, we asked about getting into the Houses of parliament but because the Prime minister would be in situ we were advised we probably wouldn't be able to get into today, most disappointing, but never mind we headed over to the London Eye and after an extortionately expensive coffee we embarked on our tour of the city from our bubble over the Thames, it was really quite impressive and I hadn't realised just what a great view you get from over the top of one of my favourite cities, we could see Downing Street, HM Customs, Buckingham Palace, Nelson was in the distance but being half blind I only knew it was him because he was on his column, St Pauls was on the right, Canary Wharf even further to the right, it was great to be able to see all the sights in one go, this meant we didn't have to wander the streets to actually view them in person, it was just a shame it was a whistle stop ride, although I have to say it was a little windy at the top which lead to feelings of dizziness so maybe it was a good job it was just whistle stop.
After we left the eye we headed to the underground and Harrods, which is where we took our lunch, eventually that is as Harrods appears to have been through a refurb since we were last in and trying to find the food courts we wanted proved difficult and disorientating, although we did get to see some amazing things, some of which were sparkly some of which were jaw dropping, for lunch we stopped at the salad bar, and my beloved ordered fried cauliflower fritters and myself I chose Baba Ghanoush a Levantine dish of mashed eggplant and Sumac, served with Lavash which is a kind of crisp bread with seeds and of Armenian origin, then we followed that with a beetroot, purple broccoli and aged balsamic vinaigrette salad topped with goats cheese for myself and king prawns for my beloved, delicious was the consensus and the tasty dishes filled our empty bellies, my beloved who hates eggplants decided he quite liked my Baba Ghanoush and helped me to finish it before our main course arrived, I was quite thankful because it was very filling.
After Harrods we headed out for wifi as we couldn't find a connection within the great Harrods (very strange), fortunately we found wifi and sat around trying to get connected, the trouble with travelling is you become reliant on hotspots, now my credit on the phone was quite plentiful but who would know how long it would last, and having an appointment at the passport office next Tuesday I needed my phone to work in case they needed to contact me and no credit means no contact. Unfortunately whilst we were surfing the rain descended making for a wet soggy day in London, so best thing to do in such circumstances is head for shelter, so we ran from the wifi zone to the tube and back to our hotel to wait for our taxi ride to Falconwood.
Our journey was slow and when we eventually arrived were met at the door by a very sleepy Bro who had just woken up, not that he is lazy you understand but having taken up stunt cycling recently quite by accident and having a fall out with an upright tree he was feeling a little under the weather and definitely under the tree, oh we did laugh but with him you understand not at him......
Our evening was spent at Shampon 53 (I think that was the name) with Little Bro and his better half, my cousin and her other half, the food as always was a spice hit to the tonsils, sensory heaven, with a little kick, the only downside was the rather brash manner of the waiters who were not so much melting into the background as getting up close and way to personal in our space, the worst behaviour being when we all had to lift our drinks for the tablecloth to be whisked off, and my poor cousin who spent that night with Huey blames the heavy hand of the waiter who upended a bottle of wine into her glass unceremoniously as if by doing so it would make us leave quicker, he was wrong and his behaviour has now earned his restaurant a rather cutting review on the advisor of trips.
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