Lost suits me.
Today we got lost again. We looked for actual gardens, because when I hear garden - silly me - I think flowers.
Covent Garden provided me with the best chocolate… ever. So glad I got lost number one.
I saw gigantic peacocks there as well. I don’t really know how that could be anything but amazing.
Abbey Road. Does walking across that and stopping traffic for a picture make me a complete tool? Has that ever stopped me before?
Abbey Road Studios. I made my eternal mark on its gates until it is whitewashed again in probably a few months.
Jack the Ripper tour. Any ideas I had about wandering around in the dark and selling myself have completely disappeared and are now just a bygone memory of simpler times. Don’t ask me about the murders. They were scary and gross.
This post isn’t that good, but I am sleepy and didn’t care that much. I feel like these are all fair points.
