...my 3M friends and I went to London to celebrate D's sixtieth.....
It must have been the wettest day in the history of London...S took ill in Buck House....trying to help her out to a bench in the garden (wearing a white skirt) I fell backwards and sat in a huge puddle....clingy, wet white is not a good look......
The clouds burst while we were on The Eye......we saw nothing but the windows steaming up.....
There was a bomb threat at one underground and the station we were sent to flooded.....
L lost the ticket to get our car out of the car park......though we did charm the guard into not fining us......or he felt sorry for the bedraggled pensioners trying to charm him...not sure which.
Tomorrow we are off to celebrate her sixty fifth....on a boat on the Thames.....