Day Two

The sun rises at 8 a.m here. I don't normally get to witness twilit mornings at home for...umm..obvious reasons. And so, waking up at 7.50 leaves me feeling like a hero. What's more, it had just started to snow. The last time I saw snow was nearly ten years ago in Manali.

Snow is awesome when it's fresh and white. Duty bound as a tourist to make a racket and behave atrociously, I went and frolicked around in the snow until the time my brain couldn't detect body parts. We had a raucous snow-fight in which my sister, dressed very primly for office, got badgered from all sides with snowballs. The husband and wife settled all domestic scores with this battle and I ran around yelping mindlessly. Perfect family moment. The only thing missing was a dim-headed dog. I covered that base.

Day two was meant for time spent at home. I discovered many wonderful things. Deal or No Deal is a wonderful show. I want to go play too! So much money. All for nothing. And the t.v programming that I loved so much- Home Redecoration shows, petty auction shows etc, last time round are actually the favorites for over-70s. I really am a lot mature for my age. And Hip-Hop is so in around here. Don't get me wrong but all the top ten songs from here feature black men and women wearing too much bling making ass if to sing. Oops. Extra s there.

The evening was reserved for watching Avatar 3D. At IMAX. Burning yet? Oh wait, wait, hold the fire. The fellow who 'welcomed the audience' to the 'IMAX experience'(First time I got welcomed into a cinema by a 'host') proudly repeated the cinema's punchline: "This is Britain's largest screen". Yes, please call for the fire engines now. The screen at IMAX was HUGE. I'd watched the movie already, and was a wee bit tired. But well, it was a great experience.

We walked from the IMAX at Waterloo, crossing (what my sister says is called) the Waterloo Bridge over to Strand for dinner at a restaurant called Thai Square. The walk itself was pretty spectacular. The views of the National Theater and the river were splendid.

Thai Square at strand is a pretty little restaurant serving (duh!) Thai cuisine, with sculptures of elephants and general Thai miscellany. I had some kind of soup with mushrooms and lemongrass- It was sour and the temperature was rather perfect for the weather. Fried tofu was served with (what I thought was) really good sauce- chilly flakes and spices based in honey. For the main course, I had noodles that I feared would set my tongue on fire; which were really quite good nevertheless.

We took the tube from Charing Cross station to Euston and from there to home. The Charing Cross station platform walls have very pretty black and white drawings of horses and carriages. Somewhat unusual considering most other places have advertisements. I have a picture here somewhere.

The more I take them everyday, the more I fall in love with the train-service. Maybe I'll write a song that goes "This is a London Midlands train service...to your heart". Time to stop. Toodles.