It's...um..Friday and I'm not in Kansas...I mean London anymore. We were so busy yesterday with a visit to the Princess Diana Memorial Fountain at Hyde Park and then a visit to Kensington Palace for lunch in the Orangerie and then the search for more elephants. We found elephants at Harrods and Hyde Park (by the Serpentine) and Green Park and Selfridges and Carnaby Street and Trafalgar Square. Dinner was yummy, even though it was nuts and a banana and some chocolate. Up early today for the taxi to Kings Cross then the 3 hour train trip to Durham. Daddy is driving on the wrong side...course everybody does (silly English types). Visited Esh Winning to see where Grammy Kinshella was born and they had the bestest bakery in the world there. We know cuz Grammy had a sausage roll that tasted like more and Mommy had a rhubarb and strawbery crumble cake thingy.

Now back to Durham and our super B&B where they have biccies...bikkies...I don't know how to say it, lots of cookies (how's that)? Grammy napped while Mom and Dad wandered into town and there are little cobblestone pathways that lead into more pathways that lead to even more pathways and on every pathway are shops and more shops and even more shops. Then it was back to get Grammy and then to the best French Cafe in the whole wide world. It was called The Cafe Rouge (yummy). Now it's time for bed, Mommy's throat feels better, she kinda got a ear infection or something from the cold breeze on the double decker bus in London. It's better now cept Grammy has a cold I think. Dad is suffering from a giant chocolate brownie with ice-cream event at the Cafe but Mommy is eating all the chocolates in the bedroom. My family is crazy?