During the warm spell one day I picked up Simon from school and we went into the city to Regent's Park, mostly so I could see some tulips. It is one of the Royal Parks of London, and I've decided that in another life I would like to be a gardener for the Royal Parks. (In another life I would also like to work for a TV drama series and be the person who selects the music that plays in the poignant moments. Best. job. ever.)
We walked through a lot of the park but of course still didn't see half of it.
I've gotten pretty good at finding my way around the city, and I've become pretty proficient about making transfers on public transport and finding the best way home, but in Camden I was in a new part of the city, a part I'd never been to and was totally unfamiliar with. So after taking the underground one stop, I didn't recognise the name of the station and I panicked. I was sure I was lost and there is no cell service underground, so Simon and I trekked up to street level and I called Richard and asked him to go pick up the kids from school because I would never make it in time. (The benefits of his short commute!) It turns out I was right where I needed to be, I wasn't lost at all, and Simon and I actually got home before Richard and the kids. Oops.