Part 2
Right, Mike has been fed and is now reading the Sunday newspapers, sleeping, snoring in the garden.:rolleyes:
We're back on our London trip and before we go back down the underground at Westminster, we're going to cross the road and have a little walk up Whitehall. On the left, you'll see a large pair of iron gates that are guarded by the police. This is the entrance to Downing Street. At No10 and No 11 live the Prime Minister and the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Well, they have flats there as much of the premises are offices and official rooms for receiving important guests. President Obama and his wife have been entertained there. The PM and the Chancellor do live there with their families but they also have houses out in the country too. I can remember when you could walk right up to the doorstep of No10 - I have a pic of me with my daughter in her buggy and the policeman supposedly guarding the door. In the world we live in now, this is no longer possible and this street is one of the most heavily guarded in London. Carry on a little further and in the centre of the road is a large war memorial made from Portland stone. It is called The Cenotaph. This is the national memorial to all war dead. It bears no names, simply the inscription 'The Glorious Dead'. Every year, on the Sunday nearest to November 11th, the national Service of Remembrance is held at The Cenotaph. The Queen lays a wreath on behalf of the nation followed by religious leaders, politicians, representatives of state and the armed forces. There is a two minute silence, a short religious service , the wreath laying and a march past of many thousands of veterans. The wreaths are all made by the Royal British Legion of red poppies which in the UK is the flower of remembrance chosen because they grew on the Belgian fields of Flanders in WW1. The war poet, John McCrae, wrote these words, '
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row, ............
Anyway, on we go up Whitehall and past all the government offices and statues of generals on horseback. Give a wave to my daughter, Liz, whose office looks out onto Whitehall. I think it's time we had lunch. I've booked us a table at the Silver Cross on Whitehall. They do great pub grub and you can enjoy battered cod with chips and peas, sausages and mash, or a roast dinner. Or you may just like a sandwich or a jacket potato with a tasty filling. And how about a beer? Or a glass of wine? Soft drink? No problem. Nice to rest our legs and have a chat. Then back down Whitehall. We don't have to rush. Facing us across the road is Westminster Abbey where William and Kate got married. We haven't got time to go there today. We're going down the underground at Westminster. Onto the Circle Line again for just four stops to South Kensington. Guess where we're going? We're going on a tour of the Royal Albert Hall!! The tour lasts for one hour. Into the main entrance and meet our guide who will take us into the auditorium and the Gallery. You'll be able to stand right next to the Royal Box where the Queen sits when she pays a visit. If any of us get a job working for the Queen, be it ever so humble, and become what is known as a member of the Royal Household, we can use this box whenever the Queen isn't using it. How about that? The guide will tell us the entire history of the place and we'll be able to go into the private suites and the Royal Retiring Room which is a small, badly decorated room with what looks like uncomfortable chairs for the Royals and their guests to sit on during the interval. And no, our rears, however much subjected to the vagaries of the surgeon's knife, are not allowed to rest there. Make sure you have a good look at the organ,
Songlady. I've seen Swan Lake danced in the round here - just beautiful - and we go to a Christmas concert every year, too. The acoustics aren't great. I think we're all worn out now so I suggest we have afternoon tea in the Coda Lounge. We are getting tea or coffee, finger sandwiches ( stupid name for titchy little sandwiches) , cakes and scones with jam and cream - yummy!! We can all have a lovely chat for as long as we like. Then you can all go back to your posh West End hotel while I slope off home to recover.
I do hope you've enjoyed this little trip
ByGosh and for a short time helped you to forget the horrible pain. Not long now until Tuesday and the cortisone shots. Keeping you close in thoughts and prayers

Ros xx