For those of you who don't get my reference, butterbeer is the drink of choice for young wizards....like me....
This day started bright and early at the 'Mandalay Guest House With Tasty Hot Chocolate' (if that doesn't make sense, see my previous work). Did you know you could fry bread? Not like aboriginal fry bread (but kind of), you slap a piece of bread in hot olive olive, flip, and voilá! Tastiness! Well, that's what the cruel mumster said, as she evilly ate it all. Truthfully, though, I was distracted by sausages. Cumberland sausages, tasty bits of meaty heaven. Sorry to my vegetarian fans.
As we were driving to Stonehenge, we come over a hill and BAM! there it is. Just sitting there. In some field. We start screaming, "STONEHENGE! STONEHENGE!!!!", and then we turn. So we think: "Maybe that wasn't Stonehenge. It sure looked like Stonehenge...." But! it was. I couldn't believe the size and age - it's Pre-Roman, people! But sadly, no Druids in sight. Sigh.
Then, we backtracked to Oxford. The cruel mumster's Mecca. In another life, I think my mumster might have been British. We went to Trinity College at Oxford, because the mumster had to pay homage.
Back into the Volvo Valk and onto MY Mecca - I call it 'HARRY POTTER LAND'. The cruel mumster insists it's called "Warner Brothers Studios: The Making of Harry Potter." Oh. My. Goodness. It's the original sets, costumes, props, animatronics, plus movie clips, models of Hogwarts' and an EPIC giftshop. I am now the proud owner of the Elder Wand, plus a nifty set of Ravenclaw woolies to wear to my next Quidditch-watching match. BearBoy went with his instincts, and was sorted into Slytherin, but has Harry Potter's wand....hmmmmm, interesting. Then, I drank butterbeer. Tasty.