So, we were all leaving England. And the Queen was all, “Don’t leave my faire countrie. Staye, Deirdre, Rose and Suzanne.” (I’ve told her, like, three times it’s actually “Susan.”)  So, I’m all, “OK. Well, if we...

OK. It was another break-speed day of being a tourist.  We started by swinging by Buckingham Palace, because I swear the queen has been texting and phoning and Facebooking and even sending men in bear hats and red suits to come a personally BEG us to drop by. So we...

The British Museum: Gallery of international treasures … or Little Shop of Horrors?!  You be the judge.

We saw Billy Elliot last night with Sofala. And do you know what I think of it? MEH! Don’t bother. Lackluster music, script and energy. Against my better judgement, I stood for the standing ovation, then sat right back down forgetting that the seats close. So I...

Went to Cambridge yesterday.  Super cray cray beautiful! Pimm’s on the waterfront, punting on the River Cam, and tea.  Exhausting but amazing. Rose has my permission to go to university there.