We had a thoroughly exhausting but brilliantly fun day out in our nation's fair capital. See? It's not always doom and gloom over here (it's just arguably funnier - for you, not me - when it is).
It meant actually dragging the big one out of bed in order to make the train to London, which was quite satisfying in a way. I cannot wait to do that to the small one; I will be oh so full of glee.
Fortunately, Daddy was on hand to get us out of the door on time and even came along with us for the first part of the journey; good job really as I took the double buggy (roughly the size and weight of a Sherman tank) and the lifts at the station weren't working...