<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661207</id><updated>2011-08-31T02:02:53.010-07:00</updated><category term='Highgate Cemetery'/><category term='H+M'/><category term='Temple'/><category term='Hermione Norris'/><category term='Harvey Nichols'/><category term='rokkit'/><category term='Kings Cross Station'/><category term='National Gallery'/><category term='Harrods'/><category term='London'/><category term='Kylie'/><category term='Borough Market'/><category term='Madonna'/><category term='loos'/><category term='Victoria and Albert'/><category term='work experience'/><category term='British Museum'/><category term='Tate Modern'/><title type='text'>My trip to London Town.</title><subtitle type='html'>A photo diary of my 2 weeks in London with my Son on his work experience.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880143041212713462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/SOC0a_UV_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DMEf0i2493Y/S220/Copy+of+SP_A0098b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661207.post-5515622734980803567</id><published>2007-07-04T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:12:50.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='British Museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kings Cross Station'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Days 10 - Thursday 29th March 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Boy's Work Experience, London Town&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;or, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loos of London (the Bog Blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovqUKaw1xI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5svjxLo6tdY/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083414236532627218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovqUKaw1xI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5svjxLo6tdY/s200/Thursday+29th+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Today was the day I decided to do one of the walks I'd downloaded from t'internet, so of course today it rained! It was also about minus 30 degrees, or at least it felt like it. My walk, entitled Temples of London, got somewhat abridged. I began at Temple tube station, which is very nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovqUaaw1yI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fcw4fLI_DY8/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083414240827594530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovqUaaw1yI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fcw4fLI_DY8/s200/Thursday+29th+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From there I walked in the freezing rain to Somerset House where they no longer keep the records of births, deaths and marriages. There is an Art gallery which was silly expensive to go in, and these nice stairs, but it all looked a bit official and I felt like I wasn't sposed to be there so I moved swiftly on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovqU6aw1zI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GbaXXi2nLgw/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083414249417529138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovqU6aw1zI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GbaXXi2nLgw/s200/Thursday+29th+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This is their courtyard, where apparently they have a spectacular fountain display, but not in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovpyaaw1vI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Tz-Nxjn0nOo/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I attempted to continue following the walk, but my fingers were numb and the paper was getting wet and it wasn't much fun at all, so I gave in and went underground again, heading for somewhere far, far more exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovpXKaw1rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SFcWvjckiGs/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083413188560606898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovpXKaw1rI/AAAAAAAAAL4/SFcWvjckiGs/s200/Thursday+29th+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kings Cross Station, PLATFORM 9 1/2!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovpXqaw1sI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TNARydu91rc/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083413197150541506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovpXqaw1sI/AAAAAAAAAMA/TNARydu91rc/s200/Thursday+29th+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I zapped back across town to meet the Lovely Anna for lunch at Russell Square. We had a browse Waitrose-wise, and then she went back to work. Here she is, working....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I did some more shopping after lunch, and then at the usual time I went to meet The Boy from work. We went to a place called Moaz for felafel, then headed off to the British Museum to be blown away (again) by the exhibits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovpX6aw1tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6bYK0EXSK2o/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083413201445508818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovpX6aw1tI/AAAAAAAAAMI/6bYK0EXSK2o/s200/Thursday+29th+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the things we saw......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This was a sort of goat thing, made of gold....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovpYaaw1uI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/COY9D-JIMnc/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083413210035443426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovpYaaw1uI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/COY9D-JIMnc/s200/Thursday+29th+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Babylonian I think, probably Lilith, or some other Death goddess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovnj6aw1mI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kXPx2SjHJTg/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083411208580683362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovnj6aw1mI/AAAAAAAAALQ/kXPx2SjHJTg/s200/Thursday+29th+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Egyptian statuary was incredible! So perfect, and all of it about 6,000 years old!! Mind-blowing really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovnlKaw1pI/AAAAAAAAALo/w4SkeHWVlOA/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083411230055519890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovnlKaw1pI/AAAAAAAAALo/w4SkeHWVlOA/s200/Thursday+29th+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An incredibly old dead guy. You can see bits of his hair....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovmiaaw1hI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xWoUaLiGCxM/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083410083299251730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovmiaaw1hI/AAAAAAAAAKo/xWoUaLiGCxM/s200/Thursday+29th+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovqxaaw10I/AAAAAAAAANA/evlbUdEZCdI/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083414739043800898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovqxaaw10I/AAAAAAAAANA/evlbUdEZCdI/s200/Thursday+29th+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is The Boy standing next to a real, genuine Easter Island statue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovmiKaw1gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fe6xj51KpvE/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovmiKaw1gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fe6xj51KpvE/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083410079004284418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovmiKaw1gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fe6xj51KpvE/s200/Thursday+29th+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The British Museum rocks! We loved it, and it's FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovmiKaw1gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fe6xj51KpvE/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovmiKaw1gI/AAAAAAAAAKg/fe6xj51KpvE/s1600-h/Thursday+29th+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19661207-5515622734980803567?l=ar534.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/feeds/5515622734980803567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19661207&amp;postID=5515622734980803567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/5515622734980803567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/5515622734980803567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/2007/07/days-10-thursday-29th-march-2007-boys.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880143041212713462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/SOC0a_UV_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DMEf0i2493Y/S220/Copy+of+SP_A0098b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovqUKaw1xI/AAAAAAAAAMo/5svjxLo6tdY/s72-c/Thursday+29th+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661207.post-8879558079275923693</id><published>2007-07-04T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T11:21:01.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Days 8 and 9 - Tuesday 27th and Wednesday 28th March 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Boy's Work Experience, London Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loos of London (the Bog Blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Quite a busy Tuesday but didn't take any photos. Walked from TCR to Leicester Square, then took the tube to Knightsbridge again and went back to Harrods. Used the loos. Bought almonds, and rose teabags. Then I went to Edgeware Road, getting a little lost underground on the way, with some green/yellow line confusion! I had a lovely wander up the Edgeware road and bought rosewater and preserved lemons, which was what I'd gone there for. At Marble Arch I turned onto Oxford Street, and wandered all the way up there to meet The Boy at 1.30 for lunch. We went to a Thai buffet restaurant which served about 7 different types of mock duck and some tofu so we were in heaven! After The Boy went back to work I went to Planet Organic near Warren Street station for a cup of tea and a slice of gluten-free strawberry cake. Walked back along TCR, calling in Paperchase, and had a coffee in Pret. After I met The Boy we had a drink in Nero on Oxford Street and then headed back to Tudor Towers for another takeaway curry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfgaaw1bI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r9vtAyPYRPE/s1600-h/Wednesday+28th+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083402352358118834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfgaaw1bI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r9vtAyPYRPE/s200/Wednesday+28th+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Wednesday morning I had a brief detour to Liberty to use their loos again and buy some soap, then took the tube to Paddington. From there I got the train to Slough, and on to Windsor. At Windsor Station my beautiful niece-in-law J met me with the littlies, Fgirl and Fboy. Their daddy, my handsome nephew A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, came to meet us for lunch and we had an enormous quantity of tapas and made a phenomenal mess, which was fun. I bought Fgirl some sunglasses from H&amp;M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfg6aw1cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EnY9cwgPV2A/s1600-h/Wednesday+28th+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083402360948053442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfg6aw1cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EnY9cwgPV2A/s200/Wednesday+28th+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Then we went for a walk (not A, he had to go back to work, which upset Fgirl no end!) and looked at the castle, and went on the swings. Me and Fboy had a lovely shout at the pigeons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfg6aw1cI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EnY9cwgPV2A/s1600-h/Wednesday+28th+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovfiKaw1fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6kqLR-BepUk/s1600-h/Wednesday+28th+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083402382422889970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RovfiKaw1fI/AAAAAAAAAKY/6kqLR-BepUk/s200/Wednesday+28th+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfhaaw1dI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IhGxbIVI6Gk/s1600-h/Wednesday+28th+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083402369537988050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfhaaw1dI/AAAAAAAAAKI/IhGxbIVI6Gk/s200/Wednesday+28th+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfgaaw1bI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r9vtAyPYRPE/s1600-h/Wednesday+28th+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfh6aw1eI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lr8YdplRyqk/s1600-h/Wednesday+28th+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083402378127922658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfh6aw1eI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/lr8YdplRyqk/s200/Wednesday+28th+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After that I rushed back to London on the train, tube back to TCR, met The Boy from work, probably had some food (can't remember) and went to the cinema to see The 300, which was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19661207-8879558079275923693?l=ar534.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/feeds/8879558079275923693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19661207&amp;postID=8879558079275923693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/8879558079275923693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/8879558079275923693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/2007/07/days-8-and-9-tuesday-27th-and-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880143041212713462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/SOC0a_UV_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DMEf0i2493Y/S220/Copy+of+SP_A0098b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rovfgaaw1bI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r9vtAyPYRPE/s72-c/Wednesday+28th+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661207.post-6890750517926429681</id><published>2007-05-10T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T12:53:21.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Madonna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kylie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='H+M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Victoria and Albert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 6- Monday 26th March 2007&lt;br /&gt;The Boy's Work Experience, London Town&lt;br /&gt;or, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loos of London (the Bog Blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a frantic dash back to Sheffield by train, a working Saturday for me, eating the samphire (which The Boy liked very much!), football for him on Sunday, and another dash back to London Town on Sunday evening, we were back for a second week of: tube to TCR, coffee in Caffe Nero etc etc etc. Except this morning was different as we were a) early so The Boy accompanied me for a hot chocolate before 'work' and b) meeting Someone! That someone was the lovely Italian Anna, a wonderful lady I had 'met' on the Weight Watchers message boards (of all places) and who I had struck up a friendship with whilst she was trying to help me unravel the mysteries of the London Transport Oyster card for 14 - 15 year olds. The fabulous Italian Anna had taken the whole day off work and had got us tickets to see the Kylie's Pants exhibition (its official title!) at the V+A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNCkNZTneI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lKmZ1vrl8EY/s1600-h/London+March+07+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067467195560467938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNCkNZTneI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lKmZ1vrl8EY/s200/London+March+07+201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, we dispatched The Boy off to work and took the tube to South Kensington for the museum. A very impressive place with nice, clean toilets. This is the entrance foyer though, not the loos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kylie's Pants were.... incredibly small. I think the woman must be built on a slightly smaller scale than us mere mortals, except for her feet, which looked to be about a size 4. So, an elf with big feet. We had fun looking at her pants, anyway, but even more fun looking at all the old statues and shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNCQ9ZTndI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xkaD1NhkCkc/s1600-h/London+March+07+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067466864847986130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNCQ9ZTndI/AAAAAAAAAJo/xkaD1NhkCkc/s200/London+March+07+202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This wasn't, sadly, the real David, but we were impressed anyway (though not by his gentleman's parts!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNCEdZTncI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mcH4TkzyiSQ/s1600-h/London+March+07+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067466650099621314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNCEdZTncI/AAAAAAAAAJg/mcH4TkzyiSQ/s200/London+March+07+203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Italian Anna said she's like one of these in her garden - if she had a garden! It was, however, about 15 foot tall. Anna, as she told me several times, is only 5 foot 1.5inches - I would have liked to see her get it home from the garden centre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNBwdZTnbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hGRwqm0N58Y/s1600-h/London+March+07+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNBwdZTnbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hGRwqm0N58Y/s1600-h/London+March+07+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067466306502237618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNBwdZTnbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hGRwqm0N58Y/s200/London+March+07+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Of course, we made use of the cafe, which had this wonderful ceiling and these magnificent lights. I had lapsang souchong again - my favourite tea, but not many places serve it. It's well posh in the V+A! Another toilet visit followed, this one had lovely antique tiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNBj9ZTnaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/spgdcauz3bw/s1600-h/London+March+07+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067466091753872802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNBj9ZTnaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/spgdcauz3bw/s200/London+March+07+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I am a Library Assistant, and it is the law that Library staff must take a photo of a library every time they go away, here is mine. I dunno what the books were about, as this library was shut, but it's very pretty all the same! (we're still in the V+A btw).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After the V+A we wandered along by Hyde Park to Kensington High Street, stopping for lunch in a place called Giraffe or some other animal. Once we hit the shops I introduced Anna to the joys of buying children's clothes in H+M, and we were repulsed by Madonna's nylon collection there. As it had been in the shops for about a week by that time and there was still quite a lot of stuff left, we figured we weren't alone there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We took the bus to TCR (no idea where I was really, just following Anna's instructions!) to meet The Boy at 6pm (where did the day go?!). So thanks to Anna for a lovely day!! Home on the tube to Tudor Towers, where The Boy spent his evening using the laptop to MSN his mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNBwdZTnbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hGRwqm0N58Y/s1600-h/London+March+07+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNBwdZTnbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hGRwqm0N58Y/s1600-h/London+March+07+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RkM4cQQeA2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/MhxptgEhxmM/s1600-h/London+March+07+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RkM4cwQeA4I/AAAAAAAAAJA/wwY_4kqDOGY/s1600-h/London+March+07+204.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RkM4dAQeA5I/AAAAAAAAAJI/B5afV2LFTU0/s1600-h/London+March+07+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RkM4cgQeA3I/AAAAAAAAAI4/HtjC0u4rc14/s1600-h/London+March+07+203.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19661207-6890750517926429681?l=ar534.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/feeds/6890750517926429681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19661207&amp;postID=6890750517926429681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/6890750517926429681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/6890750517926429681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-6-monday-26th-march-2007-boys-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880143041212713462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/SOC0a_UV_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DMEf0i2493Y/S220/Copy+of+SP_A0098b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RlNCkNZTneI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lKmZ1vrl8EY/s72-c/London+March+07+201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661207.post-999031618934918369</id><published>2007-04-26T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T04:56:20.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harrods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harvey Nichols'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hermione Norris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Borough Market'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Days 4 and 5 - Thursday 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Frid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt; 23rd March 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The Boy's Work &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Experience, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;London Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;or, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Loos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;of London (the Bog Blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Spent a happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pootling&lt;/span&gt; round the posh shops today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;most notably Harrods and Harvey Nicks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dahling&lt;/span&gt;). First, tube to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TCR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, coffee in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Caffe&lt;/span&gt; Nero, then the tube to South &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kensington&lt;/span&gt;, which is right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;next to the doors of Harrods,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; conveniently. Harrods is even signposted from the platform!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCG1AQeApI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KhcVpnrfl8k/s1600-h/London+March+07+197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCG1AQeApI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KhcVpnrfl8k/s200/London+March+07+197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057690626697331346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A nice lady &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lobby gave me a map, which you definitely need, and off I went in search of the 'luxury washrooms'. Actually they might have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;been luxurious 30 years ago, but just because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a loo cubicle is made of pink marble, it doesn't necessarily make it extra special! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Still, I ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;d a squirt of free perfume on me way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I eschew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ed the dubious pleasures of the fashion floors. I've been there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;, and my friend Mia had to put her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; over my mouth in the end to stop me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; snorting with derision at the stupidly stupid prices - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt;, you could buy a small terrace house in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Lancashire&lt;/span&gt; for the cost of a jacket in Harrods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Instead I spent a happy couple of hours in the food halls, which are magnificent, and stuffed full of the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;wonderful provender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was hoping for some freebies of course, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt;! I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nted&lt;/span&gt; to take photos, but that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too &lt;/span&gt;touristy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;even for me. I did however &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;see Hermione Norris in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;fi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;groce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;ries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; section. She looked very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nice, and shorter than I had imagined. So sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;e was wee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;k 1's 'Famous'. I didn't speak to her but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;we made brief eye contact and she sort of half smiled. I bought some rose flavoured tea (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;which is lovely, like Turkish Delight in a cup!), a jar of marmalade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;rs T, some herb mayo for The Girl (she is addicted to mayo, she has it on her cereal!) and a tin of Provencal Herbs with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;lavender&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then I went to the french cafe, which is called the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Ladurée&lt;/span&gt; Tea Room (below), where I was terribly civilised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; and had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Lapsang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Souchong&lt;/span&gt; tea (in a silver pot) and 2 mini macaroons, one pistachio flavour (green) and one rose flavour (pink, obviously). The rose one was like a little bit of heaven on a silver edged plate. The whole snack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;let cost me nearly £7, but it was worth it for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;campness&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;h2  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjB8PQQeAlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uTdqBHdISSA/s1600-h/harrods_5-788761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjB8PQQeAlI/AAAAAAAAAGo/uTdqBHdISSA/s200/harrods_5-788761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057678983040991826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjB8PgQeAmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FjsUiAsJhbo/s1600-h/1093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjB8PgQeAmI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FjsUiAsJhbo/s200/1093.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057678987335959138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I then went to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Harvey Nicks and snuffled round their food hall as well, where I bought some chocolate (for presents you understand, on no account did I eat a whole bar of chocolate with blueberries in it!) and some gluten free biscuit and pancake mixes. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Har&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;vey&lt;/span&gt; Nicks food hall is not nearly so much fun as &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Harrods', being all very monochrome and tasteful and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;chic looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h2  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCG1QQeAqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7qv0GrXFg_c/s1600-h/London+March+07+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCG1QQeAqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/7qv0GrXFg_c/s200/London+March+07+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057690630992298658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Friday, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;er the now traditional trip by tube on the Northern Line to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;TCR&lt;/span&gt; but without the usual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; coffee &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Caffe&lt;/span&gt; Nero, I headed off to check out Borough Market, which sits under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;neath &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Southwark&lt;/span&gt; Cathedral. I was too early and the market wasn't really underway (I thought markets started up really early!), so I had to go in a little bakery &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and have a coffee and a piece of gluten-free lemon and poppy seed cake, which was very satisfactory indeed! After that I had a wander round the outside of the cathedral, and then popped inside to use the loos (very clean, as you'd expect!) and have a cup of tea in their cafe. Then on to the market itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCKzQQeAwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Rc0ekV71Qlc/s1600-h/london_3-2006_kas_236_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCKzQQeAwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Rc0ekV71Qlc/s200/london_3-2006_kas_236_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057694994679071490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; (I didn't take these 3 photos!)&lt;br /&gt;The market is fab, but ludicrously expensive, probably thanks to Jamie Oliver. I wandered for ages, trying to &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;decide&lt;/span&gt; what to buy and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;from which stall. The fish stall men must have thought I was some sort of dead-fish weirdo, the amount of times I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;went&lt;/span&gt; past there looking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;longingly&lt;/span&gt; at all the lovely seafood. I'm not allowed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; cook fish at home as my family are all veggies, and anyway, we had a train journey ahead of us in the evening and I didn't think fish in my luggage would go down very well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCKzQQeAxI/AAAAAAAAAII/tsZYXQOB5ZE/s1600-h/FruitVeg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCKzQQeAxI/AAAAAAAAAII/tsZYXQOB5ZE/s200/FruitVeg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057694994679071506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;h2  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCKzgQeAyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XaWO_094mng/s1600-h/111422258_c2b5fc89f1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCKzgQeAyI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/XaWO_094mng/s200/111422258_c2b5fc89f1_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057694998974038818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In the end I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; some goats cheese and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; freshly made French butter, asparagus and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;samphire&lt;/span&gt; (how exciting, I haven't ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;d that in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ears!!!) from this very stall, and some Spelt bread from a bakery stall - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been this one, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; been another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;h2  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCOWwQeA0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/RhSoM9FlDdg/s1600-h/London+March+07+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCOWwQeA0I/AAAAAAAAAIg/RhSoM9FlDdg/s200/London+March+07+200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057698903099310914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCOWgQeAzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/d8eBfbqIU9M/s1600-h/London+March+07+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCOWgQeAzI/AAAAAAAAAIY/d8eBfbqIU9M/s200/London+March+07+199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057698898804343602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Later, at lunch time, The Boy and I saw these rather spectacular cakes in a bakery window on Old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Compton&lt;/span&gt; Street (where else?!). Aren't they beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19661207-999031618934918369?l=ar534.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/feeds/999031618934918369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19661207&amp;postID=999031618934918369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/999031618934918369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/999031618934918369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/2007/04/days-4-and-5-thursday-22-nd-nd-frid-ay.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880143041212713462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/SOC0a_UV_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DMEf0i2493Y/S220/Copy+of+SP_A0098b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RjCG1AQeApI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KhcVpnrfl8k/s72-c/London+March+07+197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661207.post-6865956167567235999</id><published>2007-04-09T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T08:33:18.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Highgate Cemetery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 3 - Wednesday 21st March 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Boy's Work Experience, London Town&lt;br /&gt;or, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loos of London (the Bog Blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tube from Archway to Tottenham Court Road, coffee in Nero (loo still dreadful), bit of a wander then back to Highgate to defuzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon her Marvelous Majesty Mrs Tudor (my sister-in-law y'know) took me to Muswell Hill, where she was teaching a Pilates class at a rather posh gymnasium (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.labspa.co.uk/MUSWELLHILL.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.labspa.co.uk/MUSWELLHILL.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) and had swung me a guest pass. Twas rather nice. I managed to swim a &lt;em&gt;whole 4 lengths&lt;/em&gt; before I became in danger of dying of boredom, and had to get out and go and sit in the spa pool for about half an hour to recover. Further restorative work in the steam room and sauna brought me back to full consciousness. I was much amused to see an old girl come in, past the sign that said something like "you MUST shower before entering or you'll be chucked out on the street in your cozzie!", twirl nimbly under the shower (the ends of her hair got wet at least!), dump her towel on a lounger under the sign that said "Please use the hooks for your towels and leave the loungers for people who actually want to sit on them NOW" and swim very, very slowly the wrong way up and down the fast swimming lane!! The changing rooms were lovely, but patrolled by the scariest lady ever. I got comprehensively glared at for not being rich or posh enough. Had a splendid lunch in the cafe there with Mrs T - made the mistake of not being able to decide which of the many salads to have, and ended up with the hugest plate full ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we headed off for Highgate Village, to have a wander in the cemetery (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://highgate-cemetery.org/index.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://highgate-cemetery.org/index.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;). It's £2 to get in, and a further £1 to take photos - and I was honest and paid up! We saw Old Marxy - his tomb looks like an oversized garden gnome - possibly the tackiest memorial I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051487272778994930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp86SFmFPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MBqPqDO_CbU/s200/London+March+07+190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I believe this fella is Sisyphus, pushing his boulder eternally up a hill, poor sod. He seemed to have been quite randomly placed, was very small and looked like he was made of poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp86iFmFQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qXaSEj3SPiw/s1600-h/London+March+07+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051487277073962242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp86iFmFQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qXaSEj3SPiw/s200/London+March+07+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; This one took me by surprise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp87SFmFRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XyE3MfIjnwk/s1600-h/London+March+07+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051487289958864146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp87SFmFRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XyE3MfIjnwk/s200/London+March+07+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Then it all went a bit Tim Burton.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp87yFmFSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9lWqeLcbiEI/s1600-h/London+March+07+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051487298548798754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp87yFmFSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/9lWqeLcbiEI/s200/London+March+07+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and I'm relying on Catherine to tell me exactly what font this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp88CFmFTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HteCkjM8YK4/s1600-h/London+March+07+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051487302843766066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp88CFmFTI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/HteCkjM8YK4/s200/London+March+07+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; After a spot of grocery shopping in 'The Village' and a brief rest back at Tudor Towers, with a cappuccino made in Mrs T's magic pod-coffee machine (they have about 12 different types - it took me an age to choose!) with milk from Mrs T's magic milk frothing machine (apparently frothy milk scares Mrs T...), I set off back to TCR to collect The Boy from work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We went to Red Veg (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redveg.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.redveg.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) on Dean Street for a scrumptious burger with bbq sauce and fries. Then on to the National Gallery, which is next to Trafalgar Square, to 'do some art'. It is free to get in! On the way we passed this little company's offices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051487706570691906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp9TiFmFUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/cWJU93FfkKY/s200/London+March+07+195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Sainsbury's wing in the National Gallery was closed, which was a shame cos they'd got some &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt; old paintings in that bit, and we needed some bread, but we contented ourselves with a goodly dose of Renaissance art. Wow those pictures are a) massive, b) colourful (even after all these centuries) and c) realistic. The Boy kept having to have a sit down. I think he was a little bit impressed (as well as tired!). We both went to the loo, which was reasonably clean, had a look round the shop and bought some postcards, then headed back to Highgate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051487710865659218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp9TyFmFVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/IzJF7X0udH4/s200/London+March+07+196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19661207-6865956167567235999?l=ar534.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/feeds/6865956167567235999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19661207&amp;postID=6865956167567235999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/6865956167567235999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/6865956167567235999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/2007/04/boys-work-experience-london-town-or_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880143041212713462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/SOC0a_UV_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DMEf0i2493Y/S220/Copy+of+SP_A0098b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhp86SFmFPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MBqPqDO_CbU/s72-c/London+March+07+190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661207.post-5467537607537697148</id><published>2007-04-08T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T01:23:21.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tate Modern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 2 - Tuesday 20th March 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Boy's Work Experience, London Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loos of London (the Bog Blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After the morning tube-commute and the obligatory cup of coffee in Caffe Nero (and another use of their dire loo) on Tottenham Court Road, I set off to visit the Tate Modern (because it's free you know). This entailed a trip by tube on the Jubilee line to Southwark. The Jubilee line is a bit space-age, I can tell you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051206493586986178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl9iyFmFMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EXzE2Hrmt7Q/s200/London+March+07+179.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051206489292018866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl9iiFmFLI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ZDB2eh0QmUo/s200/London+March+07+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I arrived at the Tate at about 9.45, and of course it wasn't open, and it was bitterly cold! So I had a wander along the river to see what was abo&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl97CFmFNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LI_HChCZMwM/s1600-h/London+March+07+180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051206910198813906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl97CFmFNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/LI_HChCZMwM/s200/London+March+07+180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ut. I found a Starbucks, and, as beggars can't be choosers, I went in. I had an espresso (cos I didn't want to be there ALL day with one of their stupid big mugs of volcanically hot coffee!) and a bit of fruit cake, cos it always seems rude not to have gluten-free cake if it's available...... Their toilets were quite clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl58yFmFCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DLGWIjVnIBM/s1600-h/London+March+07+181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051202542217073698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl58yFmFCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/DLGWIjVnIBM/s200/London+March+07+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I passed the Globe theatre, which is round. I didn't go in there, as it wasn't open either (and you have to pay!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl-miFmFOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xal95ETUC0k/s1600-h/London+March+07+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051207657523123426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl-miFmFOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xal95ETUC0k/s200/London+March+07+185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;By the time I got back to Tate modern it was open and I headed straight for the shop (my second favourite bit of any gallery or museum!). I bought a badge with a cute little pink doll on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl6xSFmFFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/boXkZWO0GNA/s1600-h/London+March+07+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051203444160205906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl6xSFmFFI/AAAAAAAAAEg/boXkZWO0GNA/s200/London+March+07+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl6wyFmFEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mFuSnhb03oo/s1600-h/London+March+07+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051203435570271298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl6wyFmFEI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mFuSnhb03oo/s200/London+March+07+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tate Modern used to be a power station, and is really, really massive. There are 3 helter skelters in the entrance (the Turbine Hall) but I didn't go on as I wanted to kee&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl10yFmE4I/AAAAAAAAAC4/WLKC2sJ9l-M/s1600-h/London+March+07+185.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p my fruit cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After using the loos (very nice!) I had a browse round the galleries. It's a fabulous place, and I'm sure it's marvelous and everything, but I just don't get modern art I'm afraid! I liked the funny smell, and there was a huge girder with a metal thing hanging from it which was very impressive and apparently meant something extremely profound, but most of it went over the top of my head. I did like the helter skelters though.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl72iFmFHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2mNNqfboEUo/s1600-h/London+March+07+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051204633866146930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl72iFmFHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/2mNNqfboEUo/s200/London+March+07+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I didn't go in the cafe as it looked a bit 'canteen', so when I'd had all I could take of modern art I set off across the Minellium bridge - which no longer wobbles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was like the arctic outside and I nearly lost my hat to the Thames. It's funny looking at the landmarks you see on TV all the time, they just don't look real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl8LCFmFII/AAAAAAAAAE4/Zr_2RuetDvw/s1600-h/London+March+07+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051204986053465218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl8LCFmFII/AAAAAAAAAE4/Zr_2RuetDvw/s200/London+March+07+183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl8LSFmFJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4RmksD9AeqQ/s1600-h/London+March+07+186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051204990348432530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl8LSFmFJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4RmksD9AeqQ/s200/London+March+07+186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;St Pauls was covered in scaffolding, and you had to pay to get in there too, so I didn't bother (they didn't even have a caff!). It was a relief to get back underground out of the blistering wind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051205621708625058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl8wCFmFKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/sG1uFGs75a0/s200/London+March+07+184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At lunch time I met The Boy and we went to Pret a Manger, as we don't have this in Sheffield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;In the afternoon I used the toilets in: The British Museum, The National Portrait Gallery and the National Gallery. All quite acceptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19661207-5467537607537697148?l=ar534.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/feeds/5467537607537697148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19661207&amp;postID=5467537607537697148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/5467537607537697148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/5467537607537697148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/2007/04/boys-work-experience-london-town-or_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880143041212713462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/SOC0a_UV_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DMEf0i2493Y/S220/Copy+of+SP_A0098b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/Rhl9iyFmFMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/EXzE2Hrmt7Q/s72-c/London+March+07+179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19661207.post-2161801758730681202</id><published>2007-04-03T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T01:22:08.292-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rokkit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='London'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 1 - Monday 19th March 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK67w-KSZI/AAAAAAAAABo/Xi8uPKiDT10/s1600-h/London+March+07+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049303668156418450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK67w-KSZI/AAAAAAAAABo/Xi8uPKiDT10/s200/London+March+07+173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Boy's Work Experience, London Town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;or, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Loos of London (the Bog Blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Day 1 - Monday March 19th 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were staying at 'Tudor Towers' (only kidding), home of the lovely Mr and Mrs Tudor, who we are related to (me only by marriage) and who are actually really the king and queen of Merrye Olde Englande. This is their castle in Highgate. It is most pleasing and extremely comfortable and we are very, very grateful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK71A-KSaI/AAAAAAAAABw/5gMFerGmcc4/s1600-h/London+March+07+175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049304651703929250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK71A-KSaI/AAAAAAAAABw/5gMFerGmcc4/s200/London+March+07+175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is The Boy at 'the office'. You can tell he is not a real working man as he is smiling too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the studio of Rokkit TV (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rokkit.tv/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;www.rokkit.tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) who were kind and brave enough to take him on and show him the ropes of fetching the groceries, watching cartoons, cataloguing tapes and meeting Tony Slattery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Seriously, The Boy got a real taste of life as a runner - even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;finishing work at 6.30pm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK9Pw-KSbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9x9_7CmUbpQ/s1600-h/London+March+07+177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049306210777057714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK9Pw-KSbI/AAAAAAAAAB4/9x9_7CmUbpQ/s200/London+March+07+177.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is The Boy in the studio with his wonderful mentor, Ollie. Note the huge TV behind them! A big thanks to Ollie, who was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK-OA-KScI/AAAAAAAAACA/gyahe1d8Vuw/s1600-h/London+March+07+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049307280223914434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK-OA-KScI/AAAAAAAAACA/gyahe1d8Vuw/s200/London+March+07+172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is the branch of Caffe Nero on Tottenham Court Road where I went every morning to read the Metro, use the loo (foul!), plan my day and drink coffee. Then we'd meet up there after work in the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK_Fg-KSdI/AAAAAAAAACI/F41F32nsQy8/s1600-h/London+March+07+174.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049308233706654162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK_Fg-KSdI/AAAAAAAAACI/F41F32nsQy8/s200/London+March+07+174.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I saw these monsters in the window of Habitat on Regents Street on my first day of wandering. They're designed by Christian Lacroix (dahling!) - aren't they cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK_pg-KSeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I9EUYp2E_Ms/s1600-h/London+March+07+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK_pg-KSeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I9EUYp2E_Ms/s1600-h/London+March+07+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049308852181944802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK_pg-KSeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I9EUYp2E_Ms/s200/London+March+07+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The wonderful, ridiculous, only-the-English-could-do-it Liberty! I think Liberty is possibly even sillier than Harrods. 5 floors of Tudorbethan madness selling the most old-fashioned products imaginable. The first table visible inside their cafe (called 'Tea') has arm chairs and is nestled under an absurd tassled standard lamp. It's all incredibly Alice in Wonderland. I love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Their toilets, however, were a huge disappointment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK_pg-KSeI/AAAAAAAAACQ/I9EUYp2E_Ms/s1600-h/London+March+07+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19661207-2161801758730681202?l=ar534.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/feeds/2161801758730681202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19661207&amp;postID=2161801758730681202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/2161801758730681202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19661207/posts/default/2161801758730681202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ar534.blogspot.com/2007/04/boys-work-experience-london-town-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Amy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17880143041212713462</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/SOC0a_UV_9I/AAAAAAAAAVE/DMEf0i2493Y/S220/Copy+of+SP_A0098b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RDPGrUMmtDs/RhK67w-KSZI/AAAAAAAAABo/Xi8uPKiDT10/s72-c/London+March+07+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
