Why computers are trying things and I guess London isn't so bad after all.

Hello!

So, I haven't written a post in over a month because my laptop battery died a quiet, unassuming death which meant I had to contact Japan to get another one (yes yes, the whole country got involved in the quest for a new battery, it was like House of Flying Daggers but with beautiful precious batteries on plush cushions and all the 'combat' was performed via computers in the form of potent computer hacking manoeuvres).

But, hark! Lo, I see before me a working laptop so hoorah and hooray and I say, How Splendid to you Japan!

Now that the explanation is over we can get to the crux of the matter, meaning the main subject of this post:

GOING TO LONDON FOR A HORSE EXHIBITION AND TO MARVEL AT WATERSTONES PICADILLY.

I went along with the lovely George, who thinks London is pretty good. I have a history of not enjoying London too much, mainly due to the fact I feel constantly dirty while I'm there. Also, I don't like people pushing me which seems to happen every time I go. I must confess however that this trip was GREAT.

First stop was the British Museum for an exhibition on horses through the ages. It was lovely but I had hoped there would be more there. I did enjoy a short film projected onto the wall at the end of the exhibition which had some excellent dressage footage; George finds dressage silly and hilarious. Who can argue with that?

The top image shows the jazziest armour a horse could wear! I adore the middle sketch, I love drawings that look this spontaneous. The final image is a touch creepy but, for some reason, I like it.

We then had a falafel pitta for lunch with only two pieces of falafel nestled inside, outrageous. But as soon I started munching into it and realised how delicious it was, I forgave the "Pancake Cafe" man in an instant.

Journeying onward, we went to Waterstones Picadilly for a rummage in the Picture Book section. I had hoped to find a hardback with sumptuous illustrations preferably in french but alas did not. Luckily, I was not wholely disappointed and discovered a book called Bambert's Book of Missing Stories which looks fantastic, they certainly have a fairy tale quality to them. The illustrations are by Emma Chichester Clark whom I adore for her blue kangaroo stories. There were so many books to look at I found it a bit overwhelming. Coffee beckoned and we sat up at level 5 with a pretty good view of London to muse over while sipping frothy cappuccino.

By this point, time was running away with us so a few underground stops later we hopped onto the train home from Waterloo. I think more journeys shall be made to the capital but lessons have been learnt from this experience: 1. Always go with someone you like very much 2. Make sure to drink a few teas or at least one coffee and 3. go when it is not raining (I imagine this is just too much to handle somewhere so busy!)

BYEEEEEEEE.