In late 2008 some work and a wedding took us to London, where we did lots of fun things as well as work, and we did one cliched tourist thing, which was visit the Tower of London on Remembrance Day. It was quite memorable to stand in the cold for that minute of silence at 11 am with crows cawing overhead, and all the tourists (except some confused ones), standing still whilst the guard blew the Last Post.
In the overpriced shop we bought two costumes for our children, a Knight of St George for my daughter and a Beefeater for little P. When I say costume I really mean T-shirt material with a pattern printed on but they look pretty good. I am a big fan of costumes and dress ups for children and sometimes the simple kitsch things are the best.
Here is a little beefeater wandering in our garden. He doesn't have a bearskin hat but he does have a sword to go with the running and the screams of 'I'm Ironman - kill kill' (disclaimer - he did not get that phrase from me).
Apologies for the sporadicism of my posts. I am battling a night time cough, a semi cold, and gastro. And both children are sick. And I have lots to do. But still I think I might pop my son into his costume tonight and we can both have a laugh about the funny beefeater people.
Apologies for the sporadicism of my posts. I am battling a night time cough, a semi cold, and gastro. And both children are sick. And I have lots to do. But still I think I might pop my son into his costume tonight and we can both have a laugh about the funny beefeater people.
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