
There were other interests at the museum which amused Alexander - the war tanks and submarines and cars and aeroplanes. Now and then he would ask if they were for real, if they were the true size of a tank or a fighter airplane. He got all too excited to see a Spitzfire airplane hanging on the ceiling above us. What attracted him the most was the interactive visit to the submarine exhibition where children are taught the basics and science on how to survive inside the submarine and how its mechanical and technical equipments work under water. He was fascinated by the small space where they sleep and how they go around the sub through the small tubes.
My first stroke of bad luck, on a Friday the 13th and all, was losing my hat (again!). I always manage to lose my hat whenever I'm in London, clumsy me! Good thing I had a spare 'coz I'm one who easily catch a cold going around without a hat on a cold and windy day.
Leaving the war museum, Alexander threw in a request:
"Can we go to Waterloo?"
"What do you want to see in Waterloo?", asked my husband.
"You know, Abba's Waterloo".
My husband and I just looked at each other. Oh, well, of course, he's got to see Waterloo (he's seen the London buses with Waterloo destination signs since we arrived London last Monday). And so we walked the short distance from the museum to the Waterloo station to satisfy his curiousity - and how satisfied was he!
From Waterloo, we took the Underground tube to the Oxford Circus station. It was getting dark and we were also feeling a bit hungry. We strolled the stretch of Oxford Street for a look-see and stopped by some shops that caught our fancy (it's still sale week in London). On our way up to the Marble Arch Station, we stopped by at a Marks & Spencers store for some groceries.
As we climbed in the train bound to the Victoria Station, comes the announcement: "This train is held due to a track fault at the Green Park Station. You may stay on the train or find other alternative transport to your point of destination." Great, we thought. The held-up took about 15 mins, but it sure felt like forever to my very hungry boys. Now, that is another stroke of bad luck to me - my second on a Friday the 13th.
When we finally got home, I immediately set off to prepare another quick night meal - pizza and chicken nuggets. Being a Friday and all, Alexander was quick to point out it's fredagsmys (cosy Friday). So, after dinner, we brought out the cashew nuts, chips and ice cream and clumbered to the couch and watched a kiddie film on TV. It was actually a great way to cap our Friday the 13th day.
So, how was your Friday the 13th?

2 comments:
this is geat....cool...hey are you living in UK now for good?
Hi Joy. No, we're just visiting London for the week. I still live in Sweden.
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