Wednesday--No More Peas, Please

Another beautiful day in London. It’s been sunny, dry, and cool the whole time I’ve been here. It’s been very nice for sightseeing.

It occurred to me today that I have had four meals in restaurants here, and three of them have featured peas—frozen peas with the shepherd’s pie (not bad), canned peas with fish and chips (disgusting), and mushed peas with fish and chips (okay). Interesting.

Today, I didn’t go to any big sights, but just walked around here and there. At breakfast this morning, one of the guests told me that the Flower Show was completely sold out. She said I might be able to get a ticket for $500. I didn’t really want to see it that bad.

I wonder what they serve at this breakfast--10 Deadly Sins!

There are two big stories here. Chelsea is playing Manchester United for the first all-English championship in Moscow. Everyone is worried that the thousands of fans that went to Russia will behave in their usual hooliganish ways and will get arrested by the Moscow police. The other controversy is that Prince Phillip’s favorite grandson, Anne’s son (11th in line for the throne) just got married and sold his wedding pictures to a magazine for 500,000 pounds.

I walked by the National Gallery but decided not to go in because I wasn’t all that interested in pictures of British people I’d never heard of. This girl was copying a painting onto the sidewalk. I don’t know why, but it was interesting.

And to prove I’m really here. It’s kind of hard to get pictures with me in them when I’m traveling alone. The hostess in the restaurant where I ate lunch took this one for me in Leicester Square.