We'd had a long day of sightseeing and as the daylight was quickly fading so were we. Our feet were sore. Bob and I decided on resting our dogs at a nearby pub and a couple of Guinness sounded good right about now.
It had been some day. We learned for instance that contrary to that childhood song London Bridge was not falling down.
And we were quite disappointed to learn that the crown jewels were just that, literally. I mean we'd read about Prince Charles' propensity for extra curricular, ahem, activities in the past and we kinda wanted to see what all the fuss was about.
We took a ride on the London Eye but were disappointed when there wasn't an optometrist to be seen. Boy did we make a spectacle of ourselves.
And we were quite amazed when we saw the Beefeaters at the tower of London. Not so much by their colourful uniforms but because they weren't eating beef. We thought we might be able to wrangle a free meal but no such luck.
We visited the British Parliament but got headaches when all those guys did was yell at each other. I mean how do they ever get anything done?
We dropped by Indigo's place for a spot of tea but when we rang his bell Max came to the door and told us Indigo was out with a bunch of badgers. We didn't quite understand this message. We thought it must be a uniquely British thing.
Indigo's pals badger him into a night on the town.
Bob and I were enjoying the perfect end to our day. We were able to relax and down a couple of drafts.
Relax? Oh my. Look at the time. If we don't grab a cab and high-tail it to Victoria Station we'll miss our train.
But luck was with us as there were still two trains in the station. As we boarded the train on Platform 1 the conductor gently grabbed hold of my arm and in a very kindly voice said:
Hold on a sec gents, this is the lass train.
The laddies train is on Platform 2.
Haul your freight over to We Work for Level Crossings where 4 out of 5 boxcars are carrying pizzas to Indigo's place today.