Roast Duck & Rice Noodle Soup

Well, the last few days have been an emotional rollercoaster to say the least.

Looks like grandma has lung cancer. I am the only naughty grandchild who hasn't called her yet. Seems that grandsons are reliable and granddaughters are not.

Have visited St Paul's (went on a short talk that lasted for almost an hour! Beautiful.), Tate Modern (oh my God, I don't understand modern art! How do several lumps of bronze represent a goat and his journey?!), Covent Garden (hustle, bustle), Regent's Park (completely lost my sense of direction and missed key areas of the garden), Lord's (only looked at the outside as the tour timing wasn't right for me), Leceister Square (how many 'official' half price ticket agencies can there be?), Oxford St (lots of bookstores, which are more interesting to me than the clothing etc.) & Chinatown.

It was in Chinatown that I had my best meal of my time here - roast duck & rice noodle soup. It seems that such meals cost the same regardless of which country or currency you are in - £5 in London, A$5 in Australia, HK$5 in Hong Kong... : )

Lye Seng rang me yesterday, which was a pleasant surprise. I think the loneliness is my biggest problem. Not having the usual emotional support around me.

Submitted applications for 2 jobs this morning and am now off to see the Queen at Buckingham Palace & Westminster Abbey.

Spending Saturday with Yvette Barrett (Kevin's daughter) for lunch at Clapham Common and then a bbq at her place in the evening. Visiting with Jon Morcom (Auntie Joy's son) and his family on Sunday, probably going to Richmond Park for the afternoon. 24 degrees forecast for both days!

Still not able to load my photos. Between the internet going down at the B&B and my card reader not being acknowledged by the computer at the Quaker house (yes, I'm back there), my photos are staying resolutely in my camera for the timebeing. Bugger.