today we went to the house of lords to have tea with our godmother. there's never enough time to stop and look around because we have so little time together. however, the walls and ceilings of the halls through which we pass are so inviting, not to mention the corridor-long shelves of books. as we arrived at the blue carpet, through a half-open door i could see that there was a debate going on in the chamber. but it was time to update my godmother with regard to all the upcoming changes in my abode, profession and life. on the way out, i had to follow my mother's dictum and take advantage of the loo because you never know when the next opportunity will arise. i walked through the door marked 'women peers'. there is a lot to look at in there also. even peeing in parliament may be thrilling. i washed my hands, and dried them with the last hand towel on the shelf - white with a red st george's cross and 'h of l' printed in the middle. o, the tea was very tasty too.
on our way home we enjoyed the sights again. as you can see in the above picture, piglet is checking out government security measures, but the policeman was not quite as friendly this time. on the other hand, piglet was able to get quite close to his favourite clock:
driving back from the very far east of london, we found ourselves behind this van on the embankment, and i was rather amused by the name on the van and the name of the business. or maybe it was just the general joy of being by the river and it spilled over ... maybe.
today we went to the house of lords to have tea with our godmother. there's never enough time to stop and look around because we have so little time together. however, the walls and ceilings of the halls through which we pass are so inviting, not to mention the corridor-long shelves of books. as we arrived at the blue carpet, through a half-open door i could see that there was a debate going on in the chamber. but it was time to update my godmother with regard to all the upcoming changes in my abode, profession and life. on the way out, i had to follow my mother's dictum and take advantage of the loo because you never know when the next opportunity will arise. i walked through the door marked 'women peers'. there is a lot to look at in there also. even peeing in parliament may be thrilling. i washed my hands, and dried them with the last hand towel on the shelf - white with a red st george's cross and 'h of l' printed in the middle. o, the tea was very tasty too.
