This second posting may seem sudden - after all, I posted 'yesterday's' mere minutes ago. It turns out, however, that this conquering business takes a reliable high speed internet connection. Alas, medieval England doesn't possess such a thing (well, at least our flat doesn't). So I type this with the wind, connected most graciously to The Intrepid Daddyman's personal hotspot. My mum laughed as she typed that last bit, but I don't know why.
After the Royal Sleep-in (11 am, the cruel mumster kicked the king from bed), we ventured off to Canterbury. When we saw the Cathedral, my reaction was not very kingly. Mostly I went with, "Uhhhhhhhhhhhh" I think my royal head may have been blown.
Upon entering the Cathedral, I gave a slightly more site-appropriate 'Uhhhhhhh.' Then we walked into the crypt. A most creepy experience, that. Thank heavens for my Turtle shell/mumster. My brave minion was most unaffected by the experience. I am humbled.
After my successful siege of Canterbury, I needed a burger. And a milkshake. And some fries. And maybe an onion ring. As did BearBoy.
Much refreshed, I retired to my flat to read and walk the Promenade, plotting tomorrow's takeover - Bath.
ttfn! turtleman (and bearboy)