American Idiots

After our fish and chips lunch...

I frankly don't see what's so special about this meal...

...we stopped being touristy idiots and Bookie & I went off to be regular idiots, while Keith went back to the room to perish/nap.  Bookie and I needed to go shopping because we're taking Keith out onto a fancy dinner cruise for his Surprise Birthday Dinner Cruise! Except I ruined the surprise last week when I mistakenly forwarded him the information about it.

Happy birthday, Keith!  We're going on a cruise along the Thames!

Anyway, Bookie and I wandered a few blocks away to a high-end fashionable retailer that's near our hotel.   When that turned up empty, we wandered down the street looking for more shoups so we don't look like Oliver Twist during our fancy dinner tonight.

As we traversed block after block, trying to not get killed by the traffic driving the wrong way... sorry, the wroung way and wandering into shop after shop...

...we couldn't find any place to find a jacket that would look fashionable and help us not freeze to death while on the river tonight.  And also not cost a billion pounds. Wait...aren't they on the metric system here? Is it a billion kilograms?

Anyway...we wandered for hours (seriously) and eventually found ourselves an H&M.  Then it was time to figure out how to get back to our hotel.  I saw a tube station and wanted to hop a train to come back, but after staring at the map for 20 minutes....

...we realized that Keith has been directing us everywhere, and we've just been following blindly.  So we don't actually know how to get back to our hotel.  And we don't know where we are.   And we don't have a phone.  And we have a VERY FANCY DINNER to get to before the boat leaves the port.

Meanwhile, Keith enjoyed a nice relaxing afternoon napping and dreaming of pleasantness....  

 bah.