Our entire week consists of us waking up late, and then maybe doing something in the afternoon. It's been lovely.

We went and saw Deadpool 2 at the cinema yesterday. This was a fancy place where our particular theater had 12 love seats each with their own feet rests as well as our own private bar. The movie was alright, the experience was fun.

Our plan for today was to go to the British museum. Which we did. We British museumed it up.  

Told ya.  

We spent some time in areas we didn't visit the last time we were in London, and then wandered back through our old favorites. We will need to come back before our trip is over and take advantage of the audio guides that are available.

We then wandered south to the super touristy Covent Garden area. This gave us the opportunity to walk down some cool streets and watch buskers doing what they do best... Busking.

On a whim we walked over to Trafalgar square and spent a good while just standing around and enjoying the music and scenery. Since the national gallery was right there, we made a quick stop with a promise that we would need to come back again in the future.

Not too much to report today. On the way back after dinner we got caught up in rush hour traffic on the tube.  

It was honestly pretty silly... as the train would arrive you would see car after car filled to the brim with people. So filled you are sure there is absolutely no way any more people are going to fit. The doors open... And like clowns entering a clown car (a fear I have yet to witness), somehow more people squeeze their way in. Standing in the middle of this is like being constantly hugged by 13 random Londoners. Not entirely pleasant, but not quite unpleasant either.  

Oh yes, and Amanda throat punched me ("accident" riiiiiight)