Turned Away At The Gate

Well, I never. Never got inside Buckingham Palace, that is. I could've sworn I'd been invited for tea with the Queen. Apparently, I was misinformed. "Don't you know who I am?" I asked the guard. I'm still awaiting his reply.

Some people I know who agreed to pose for me. Wasn't that nice of them? I just had to promise not to take their picture again for at least 10 minutes.

Hubby took this photo of me taking a photo of Big Ben. Riveting, I know.  Moments later, we stumbled upon a demonstration outside Parliament. Bobbies blocking the entrance! Protesters protesting something! Chanting about something or other! Does it get any more exciting than that? I think not.