Tuesday....um, I think....

I actually got some sleep last night…about 5 hours.

Ok, next vacation I’m going someplace the size of a postage stamp. I think I have walked every inch of this fine city.

Those of you who remember Barney, he now has little bitty sister I’ve named Betty. She lives on the side of my picky toe. I have a feeling she may not be with us long as there may be a murder tonight (a blisterside, if you will).

Today’s activities took me all over…Big Ben, Parliament, Hyde Park, Trafalgar Square, National Museum, Baker Street, and Downing Street.

Downing Street got a bit interesting. I was about to take a picture. Of course, I had to back up to get it the shot in frame when I bumped into someone. I turned around, “oh, excuse me”, I said to the police man holding the large rifle. “Not a problem, ma’am. Please stay here, ma’am.” At that moment several cars with darkened mirrors went by us. Mind you, my legs would not have been able to move had that been an option. After the cars went by, the let me go by. Which I did….immediately to a restroom, or as I’ve been informed since this is England, I went to a toilet. I couldn’t tell you the color of the man’s eyes, but the rifle was black, seemed to weigh about 10 lbs. and fit in hands nicely.

A few minutes later I saw several protesters with a “casket” on their shoulders. The sign on the casket read “250,000 Winter Deaths”. They were surrounded by several police officers…all armed as well. It all seemed so unnecessary. The other day, I went by the Occupy England group, just a couple cops, no guns.Then, I found out the Turkish Prime Minister is in town today. All the pieces fell into place.

The last place I went was to Sherlock Holmes’ house. 221B Baker Street. It wasn’t real then, it is now. It’s very cool.

Sitting in the front seat of a double-decker bus, is not for the faint of heart. I am certain that red lights are just a suggestion. And, my God, bicycles ought to be outlawed. And motorcyclists should just be shot on sight as they obviously have a death wish anyway, so just do them the favor.

I thought it would be fun to sit up there while going around town, great view and all that. I damn near passed out. I mean, that lamp post was just inches away when we made that turn. It was just by the grace of God that we missed it. I wonder if the driver was even paying attention. I’m sure he wasn’t. I certainly was. I was also trying really hard to not look like that stupid American tourist that is freaking out in the front seat. Not sure I accomplished that goal.

Tomorrow, I’m off to Stratford. Really looking forward to that trip.