And, you know, I didn't really mind. London's all right to visit. When we're there as a family, we always end up in Chinatown before long, and this was no exception - but we did visit a few of the stereotypical touristy things afterwards (which kid brother had never seen, and I hadn't since I was about his age), or at least walked past them: Buckingham Palace (didn't spot any parachutes), Trafalgar Square, hopping on and off a couple of red buses just for the hell of it... Kid brother wanted to go on the London Eye, but knowing what he's normally like in any queue that lasts longer than two seconds, his parents decisively shot him down; we just looked at it from across the river and took photos. Oh, and we went for a walk around the
Then yesterday, since we were there and it was still Bank Holiday weekend, we drove down to Stratford-upon-Avon before heading home. It's a really lovely town even if it is so blatantly touristy - I should go there by myself sometime, since it's not far from Coventry at all - and would have been lovelier still if it hadn't started chucking it down partway through the afternoon. Before that, we visited a little waxworks-ish thing about the Tudors that was clearly
I guess it was fun, all things considered. My mood could've been better, and probably nobody else enjoyed having to put up with it, but feeling like a massive asshole in the fresh air among other tourists made a nice change from feeling like a massive asshole while lying around this house like the useless lump I am.
In other news, stepdad is opening a second restaurant next month! And then he's going back to Warwick to ask again if he can open one there, because last year they told him he didn't have enough experience. For selfish and lazy reasons, I hope they let him this time :D (No, that isn't the reason why he's going for Warwick in particular, I'm not that much of a brat... but it would be nice all the same!)