Ain't That The Truth!

Well, I just got back from Paddington Station to drop off our visitors to take the train to the airport. It has been a fun week; I already miss them. Since I last wrote, my guests managed to go to Hampton Court Palace, have several pub lunches, go to the British Museum to see the mummies and the Rosetta Stone, ride the tube about a billion times, have a proper English tea, shop on Carnaby Street, eat Indian food, visit St. Paul's, and ice skate at the Tower of London. Doesn't it make you tired just reading it?

One of the last things they did was something close to our home. The infamous Abbey Road Studios, where the Beatles recorded much of their music, is very close to our flat. So what visit to London would be complete without your very own picture of your family recreating the infamous Abbey Road Beatle photo? So off they went to do that!
They also signed the stone wall in front of the studios. Every day tourists come to see the crosswalk and the studio. They write messages on the wall. Some of the messages are reminiscent in nature, remembering when they went to a concert or their favorite albums, some messages declare their favorite Beatle, some are more current "%&!#/* Heather!". Every few weeks or so, they paint the wall and it starts all over again. Of course, our guests needed to sign the wall. What to say, what to say?


I think this says it all.


P.S. Apparently, I have been misspelling Do's name all these years (8, almost 9). Who knew? Bad, bad Auntie. Sorry Do!