This is England

Flight from Johannesburg to London was uneventful. Mind you we were not impressed. The inflight magazine said Toy Story 3 was to be shown. The screens however painted or in this case showed a different picture. Dad pointed out this error to the Steward who said nobody had complained before! Dad explained that nobody had got on the plane with a 4ft tall Woody from the movie with them before! Still after that disappointment I settled down for a snooze and woke as we arrived into London.

One of our challenges on arrival was what passport queue to get into. Dad has a British one and I have a Canadian or a NZ one. If we went through the UK Nationals Line will they get upset with my passport? Or should we join the "Visitors" line even though Dad has a UK one. We were debating it for a while as we walked the 40KM from our arrival gate towards immigration, when a lady arrived carrying a sign that said "Irving". Excellent. She then managed to guide us past all the long queues and right to the front of immigration. Bingo. Dilemma gone. Turns out the hotel sent her to get us to our driver as dad cannot be trusted I think.

Whilst we waited on our bags she was delighted to find out that I had a NZ passport and explained that she was going to go to NZ on holiday next year and wanted ideas. Dad being the expert on NZ (loud coughing noises) talked about all the places to visit that have poo or kak in the name. Anyway we grabbed our bags and met our driver. As we were about to leave the lady asked for an email address so our mum could fix all dads bad advice, so dad scribbled something on a bit of paper. The driver thought he was giving her his autograph and all the way to the hotel the driver was asking dad if he was someone famous. Dad was in denial of course but I told the driver he was very famous in our house.

We checked into the hotel but alas there was no room ready - ouch. However they found us a small day room for us to go and chill out. We showered changed and headed to the only place a young boy should go to. Hamleys Toy Store. The biggest in the world. Yippee.

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OOOPS sorry that was me just emulating the meltdown I had after finding they had no Harry Potter toys. Disaster. Still we did some xmas shopping for Charlotte and then headed to the big red bus to give us a tour.

Will