Instead of laying about in bed on Saturday morning, we had A Day Out, and a lovely day it was, too. First stop, the British Museum, where we oohed and aahed at the roof over the central court, ogled a few sphinxes and read a few hieroglyphics. I'm very happy to report that the Rosetta Stone is now behind glass. Last time I was there, people insisted on touching the damned thing. As we were leaving the museum, we discovered this utterly fantastic Oriental float. Brightly coloured, incredibly detailed, illuminated, whimsical and huge, it was constructed of paper over a wire frame, and took just one month to make. Exquisite. Go see.




As if that wasn't enough history, we went to The Monument. Up and around the three-hundred-and-eleven steps to the viewing platform at the top. And what a view! Windy, too. We didn't last long, and we soon toddled off, jelly-legged, to join everybody in London, checking to see if the Millennium Bridge still wobbles [it doesn't, even in gale force winds with thousands of people on it].