Pug’s Place

Today was “visit everything we need to see before leaving tomorrow” day. So we: Saw Parliament, Westminster Abbey, rode the London Eye, went through the Tower of London, walked an enormous distance to find some shops Christi wanted to visit (but the glass-blowing place was not open for public visitation!), went to the Tate Modern Art Museum (which I mistook for a power plant!), then went to some street full of stores (more later) and Buckingham Palace. A lot. Ow.

Unfortunately I ripped a callus on the ball of my right foot today. Haven’t told Chris and Christi since I don’t think telling them would be productive. This had made most of the day’s walking increasingly difficult and extremely painful. Luckily I did not bleed, but I spent the last half of the day in an ill humor. I’m grateful to be sitting here on my hard roll-away with its too-thin blanket. I don’t think Chris nor Christi noticed my slight favoring of my left leg, but I know they noticed that I had trouble keeping up. Oh well.

I’m sorry to report that there’s nothing special to say about seeing the crown jewels or the palace. They’re just places, symbols of power. Cool symbols I must say, but there’s little to write.

Well, just talked to Mom on the phone for a minute and now Chris and I are going to get dinner and bring something back for Christi.