Me, Drum and Mummy went out to the park and caught some conkers. Lots and lots of conkers.
My Dad made holes in them and hung them on string. 11 more words
In order to combat our jet-lag, John and I have been breaking in our walking shoes around my new neighborhood (Finsbury Park) and Central London. The process of “moving” rather than “visiting” has made all the touristy attractions a little less appealing–especially when they come with a £18 price tag (which converts to around $30 / person). 102 more words