By Laura Grimes
JoJo knocked on a door to see if anyone would play. It turned out to be this place:
The queen wasn’t home. Though it’s possible she just didn’t hear JoJo’s little knock. (Photo courtesy of that most excellent of photographers, Wikipedia, who obviously isn’t hampered by The Wimpy Camera.)
JoJo was mildly disappointed, but he was quickly distracted by some guys who wear chia pets on their heads …
… and assault guns on their shoulders. They switched chia pet guys and then the new guy had to stand there perfectly still for, like, a whole hour. Not the kind of job you want after eating scallops and chocolate milk.
Continue reading London, Part 7: Hello? Anybody home? →
By Laura Grimes
Quick! Take a picture! JoJo found a new buddy who was very nice about playing with him, even though it was against the rules.
The Yeoman Warders at the Tower of London aren’t supposed to hold things while their pictures are being taken. Someone snapped a photo a few years back of a Warder holding something and it was photoshopped and turned into something naughty. So sad. But JoJo is small and cute and somehow got away with it, though the Warder first looked around furtively and said I had to be fast about it. Can you find JoJo?
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The Pantsless Brother and I pulled on our warm clothes and went to see A Midsummer Night’s Dream at Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre. It was the end of a short run at the Globe before the show hit the road as one of the company’s two touring productions. Through August, the show can be seen in various places throughout England and Europe.
Continue reading London, Part 5: From mayhem to fairies →
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