A break in Bracknell and then off to London

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I must apologize, I feel like I've been away for a while, but it's not because I've been shirking my responsibilities. I left beautiful, but windy, Scotland to head to the Thames Valley, and my friends in Bracknell. I was looking forward to some down time for this day and a half, and our traditional Indian meal. On Sunday, we went to see my friend's daughter, and my friend as well, and her family for a fish and chips dinner. We had enough chips to feed an army, or Bob's chickens. Yes, I found out my friend started keeping chickens in the back garden. I never officially met the girls. But I did hear the, quite loudly one morning. I didn't have anything planned, but my friend and I went into Windsor on Monday, and watched the guards march to the castle. We also took a brief river cruise on the Thames. That night we ate too much at our Indian dinner, but it's so hard to choose between rices and naan bread options, and then of course, you have to have a pudding. No regrets. It was lovely to see everyone, and I'll be back before too long.



All too soon, I was leaving my friends on the express train to Paddington Station in London and it wa threatening rain, and then, of course, it rained, as yours truly wandered around trying to find my hotel. I should say that it was pretty easy and very close to the train station, but you wouldn't believe me if I said I got there on the first try... Would you? That's okay, it will never happen. Anyway, the hotel seems to be like one of the houses you would see in "Upstairs, Downstairs", divided into smaller rooms, and when I say 'smaller', I mean, Lilliputian small. They say you can't bring people into your room. I'm honestly not sure where they would go. And because the house is of a certain age, I'm assuming that's why there's no lift. Ugh. How did that case get so fricking heavy? And I am on the second floor, which is really two sets of narrow steps. By the time I get to my room, I am in no mood to play in the rain, which threw my plans awry. Nevermind, I wanted to rest a little before I headed out to see Agatha Christie's play "The Mousetrap". I was super excited, I love her writing, and have been re-reading her books rcently. The play has been running at the St. Martins Theatre for over forty years. It was an enjoyable evening, a little funnier than the short story that I finished about a month ago (no spoiler here).















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