Apart from the ridiculous idea of catching a coach at 7:00 in the morning, the day trip to London was fun.
We went to a prison where Jack Sheppard may or may not have escaped from.
I almost choked to death with Pete, Mairead and Hennell watching.
We went to Hyde Park and sat/wandered/chased Pete.
Then we went to the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain, where we became varying levels of wet. Most people refused to join in the how–long–can–you–hold–your–breath competition. Libby managed to pick up a £1 coin with some kind of freaky vacuum–mouth ability. Someone made a boat out of our tube map, which worked really well, but sadly decided to die when I finally got round to trying to record it.
Then we went to Harrods (mercifully for only a brief time) where I was very tempted to buy a Mac Mini. Hennell's suggestion that I tell everyone that I actually had bought one worked well, especially with Libby. I wish I had got one, now, just for how she would have reacted when I finally showed it to her.
On the coach, Libby took photos of people, most of them with their eyes shut. Everyone saw the ridiculous number of photos Ian has taken on my camera. Some highlights include 12 photos of Chris (taken over the span of about 2 minutes), 4 photos of a bottle of Fanta (this one is the craziest to me), and various photos of me sitting down and doing nothing interesting.
I sold Hennell a bread loaf/roll for 1p.
I solved all of Mairead's problems, but she didn't seem that happy about it. She was very ungrateful indeed.
Nothing quite as eventful happened as last year's trip, which had the brilliant where-to-eat disaster, some small explosions and of course, the whole missing the coach back thing. Pity really, but I guess if you want excitement, you have to stay for longer.
And this entry is finished within a week of the last one (by about an hour).