The plan Thursday morning was to go to the
Oh, I do like riding
One of the coolest things was a table where they had several objects that you were allowed to touch. The greatest difficulty was in getting the museum lady to tell you about all of the objects and not talk for twenty minutes about one of them, while not letting you look at the papers that told about the others. But I got to hold a piece of stone that was inscribed in Nebuchadnezzar’s time! Just think! Daniel might have touched it!
Toward of the end of my time at the museum, I saw a couple that I had seen at the Tower of London because they were on the same Yeoman tour – a tiny little woman in a wheelchair, all wrapped up in brightly colored clothing, and her tall, grey-bearded, kind-eyed husband, wheeling her about. (He’s so strong that when they were at the tower, he would just carry her wheelchair right up the steps!)
“Hey!” I exclaimed, “I know you! Hello!” They turned around in surprise.
“I saw you at the
“Oh!” she said. “I remember. Nice to see you!” And we talked about where we were from and what we were doing, and they are just the loveliest people in the world. They’re from Arizona, and they met at the Grand Canyon, and she’d never kissed anyone else, and told me that was the way to go, and was very pleased when I told her that I’d never kissed anyone and didn’t plan to until I knew they were who I was going to marry. For some reason we got on to the topic of writing, and I told them that they’d be in my blog. She asked for the address, and I gave it to her.
“Ransomed – ransomed what?”
“Oh, okay. Ransomed handmaiden.”
“Ransomed?” questioned her husband, with half a smile. “Who ransomed you?”
“My Savior,” I said, my face echoing his half smile.
Well, they both lit up like lightbulbs at that.
“That settles it; I’m giving you my last card,” she said, and dug through her purse to find it, so I would have her contact information. If I ever go to
I got back to the hotel just in time to get my stuff – but I wasn’t going to be able to meet up with Jan and Jack until about six o’clock, and the thought of carting all my things around for four hours was really dreadful. After some agonized pondering sitting on the floor of the breakfast room, I finally decided that it was worth the £5 to be able to wander the
I walked into the park, and found a little ice cream stand, and bought the most lovely ice lolly I think I’ve ever had. It was strawberry ice, with vanilla creamy ice over two-thirds of it, and then chocolate coating with sprinkles over the top third. And it was really, really good.
I walked the whole length of the park to get to the Princess Diana Memorial Playground, which I had read was Peter Pan themed, and so of course I had to see it.
There was a gate there that was locked, and you had to push the button to go in, but then someone was coming out, not an official person but just a lady who was there, and then as I went in I looked at her and she looked at me, and she asked if I was meeting a child, and I shook my head. And my blood sugar was seriously low because it was nearly three o’clock and I hadn’t eaten lunch and I’d been walking around all morning, and she kept asking me questions and saying things, about how you weren’t supposed to go in without a child, and was I there for research, and why was I there then, and etc. And when my blood sugar is low I have a very hard time forming clear thoughts and then getting them into coherent sentences – I can do it, but it takes a long time. And it’s even harder when the answers to the questions involve things that aren’t easy to put into words at the best of times. And every time that I would get an answer formed to what she had just said, and start to open my mouth to say it – sometimes I’d get part of the first word out – she would say something else or ask another question, and I’d have to reprocess that and make an answer to it, and then the same thing would happen. This happened about six or even seven times before she finally went out of the gate and I walked away into the playground.
I just wandered all through the playground, and saw the pirate ship and the teepees and things. It was nice, though it would have been nicer if I’d had a little kid to play with.
I bought a sandwich at the little café outside the playground, and then stuck it in my bag and went to find a loo. There was one at the
After that, I finally got to do what I’d been planning to do all day: sit under a tree and eat my lunch and read Little Women. It was exceedingly pleasant, although interrupted once by a young man who wanted to sit by me. I shrugged and told him I was just reading, implying that I wouldn’t be talking to him. He tried to make small talk, but since his English was very limited and he’d never heard of
Why can’t a boy I’m actually interested in come up to me in the
Anyway, after I’d finished my sandwich, I went and walked along the Flower Walk, and to the Serpentine, and sent another note to Peter Pan. I also found a fairy ring, so I left a purple shell from John O’Groats there for the fairies.
Then I went back to the hotel, and found Jack there, and got my stuff out of the breakfast room and went to the car. It was so nice to see Jan.
We drove to our hotel, and had tea there. My room is kitty-korner from Jan and Jack’s, and quite nice, with a double bed and a sofa. No free wireless, though.
The restaurant food was quite good – I had a Chinese dish with noodles and peanut sauce. I told about
Then we went up and went to bed, all very tired.