Days 22nd, 23rd, & 24th

May 5^th:

Uneventful day. I stayed in the hostel, went to see Othello, and then came home and stayed in the hostel. I was recharging after my Dover trip.

May 6th:

I went to pick up Mum from the Piccadilly Circus station.  The entire underground was horribly busy that day, for the entire Bank Holiday, because of closures on several important lines.  I understand the need for the work... I just feel bad for all the employees when the Olympics hit.

Mum was in a state of sleep-deprived, caffeinated excitement.  We dropped our luggage at the Morgan Guest House... in room 8.  It's on the top floor (not counting the loft).  It's also three stories up.  Which means lots of narrow stairs.  Getting our exercise!  The bed is also slightly sloping, as in, I have to move to the centre of the bed to stop from rolling off of it.  The bathroom pipes make exceedingly strange, whirring, groaning noises when any water from the tap is used.  Source?  Unexplained.  Unhappy dead tenants?

They have a lovely breakfast here, with something that's like oatmeal meeting cereal in the worst possible way.  Mother tells me this is known as muesli.  More appetizing elements of breakfast include scrambled eggs, baked beans (since when is that a breakfast food?) and grilled tomatoes.  Toast and jam are also available.  Om nom nom.

Anyways, after me and mom dropped our stuff off here, we went to the British Museum, because I figured that would be the best way to keep Mum awake.  It was nice.  They had the Rosetta Stone and the Elgin Marbles.  They didn't look like marbles to me... But other than that, it was a lot of old things... and one old thing, without any context, followed by another old thing... it gets boring, and I love history.  It was a very impressive collection of old things, but not my period.  The Romans.  The Greeks.  The Assyrians.  The Egyptians.  Other cultures that ethnocentric white people have just started to discover.  Mum liked the coffee.  And, of course, she geeked at all the history.  Humph.  History majors.

I also convinced mum that prepacked food does not contain small germy devils waiting to attack.  :-P

May 7th

Mum was conscious though vaguely out of sync with the day.  We started the day by going to Trafalger Square and swooping through the National Gallery in search of DaVinci.  We found his painting... Virgin of the Rocks.  Then we went to Piccadilly Circus, went, "hey, that's Piccadilly Circus", then went to Leicester Square, went "hey, that's Leicester Square" and discover that heaven has a retail chain.  This is known as the M&M store. Never has no much happiness and colour invaded a single building.  Well, maybe, but I haven't been to Disneyworld.  Me and mum got ourselves plenty of delicious candy and felt very giggly.  Drugs?  Possible.

Then we went to Covent Garden, and wandered around there.  Mum got very emotional because God conspired to have an instrumental group play one of her most favourite songs.  It was sweet.  She was happy.  We got their CD and then we left.  Covent is nice, but I lust for more bargains.  Next, we trotted over to the Museum of London, because we still had daylight hours and we might get bored.  She enjoyed it.  I enjoyed, even though it was round two.  Finally, we went to the Old Vic for their production of The Duchess of Malfi... review upcoming.