In actual face, I am not a country mouse. I was a city girl until I got dragged kicking and screaming into the countryside (I kid you not), a new stay at home mum. I tell you what, that first year or so was a shock. I used to email friends, incredulous that you could hear sheep and cows when in the back garden. Horse riders clip clopping past our front window.
Well, we are no longer in that same house and I think the cows are in even closer proximity now, but I love a trip to the city. More so than the others in this house I think, but I know how to entice them away from all this greenery.
It is not a long train trip to London from the middle of nowhere (as Laura Jane described our abode - which it isn't really). Soon enough we were ensconced in the Science Museum, pushing buttons, doing quizs, getting electric shocks.
Well, you knew when it said Do Not Touch it would be me encouraging her to do so, didn't you?
From there it was off to Chinatown. This is a must for us, and one of the main draws of going to the city, because we love, love, love dim sum. I even allowed my photo to be taken which I don't usually allow without hours of grooming, soft lighting and Photoshop promises.
We finished our excursion with something else we do almost every time we go to London, a visit to the National Gallery. As this sits on Trafalgar Square you have the benefit of human statues, buskers, political protests (well, we did today, it was for a country I had never even heard of), and the general hubbub of humanity that gathers there. I love it all. Except the crowds on the Underground. That I do not love.
Now I am back in my green space in the country. In an ideal world I would live here, but I would get to the city more often. Really, I need to go by myself so I can enjoy the wonders of Liberty's and other such delights.