17,000 steps. (I almost killed my own mother.)
We took a morning stroll through a rainy Notting Hill. I was only a little sad to miss Hugh Grant, but comforted myself by singing that Bee Gee’s song that plays during his sad-man montage:
We bought Mom a hat. It’s adorable.
Breakfast: We stopped at a quaint bakery, Gail’s. We found out later that Gail’s is a chain, but it was soooo delicious, I didn’t care. I’m convinced the scrambled eggs were made by someone who really loves what they do. Mom had delicious porridge. We also had a hot cross bun, which was the first time I can really remember having an actual hot cross bun. I loved it so much that I made them for Easter from a recipe Gail’s published here.
Paddington Station just because.
My parents love Paddington Bear, and that inexplicable love has rubbed off on me. (Okay, embarrassing aside: I thought of Paddington as the British Pooh Bear for quite a while before realizing that Pooh is also British.)
Victoria and Albert Museum. I love Victoria and Albert. I think it’s one of the most beautiful love stories. He gave up so much for her! She mourned his death for forty years! They had a million children!
That’s why it was a surprise when we finally got to the Victoria and Albert Museum, and instead of seeing Victoria’s gowns and Albert’s love letters, I saw signs for “Art Deco” and “Asian Fashion.”
Me: This is probably the stupidest question in the world.
Museum Curator: You’d be surprised.
Me: Is there a section of the museum on the actual Victoria and Albert? Because that’s kind of what I’m erm well here for.
MC: There are a few things on Floor Five.
Me: Well, that’s a relief.
Twenty minutes later…
Me: Mom, I made us walk here for a bust of Albert (that was rejected by Victoria) and a five-minute montage of Victoria’s Diamond Jubilee.
We walked from there to Kensington Palace. We got a little turned around in the gardens, but eventually made it there. It’s hard not to be just as enamored by the wildlife as the palace, honestly. There were so many swans.
From there, we were hangry, so we made our way to Goat’s Tavern.
We walked home, tired and full and tired.