163. I predict a riot

Perfect timing.  We had arrived in London immediately following the riots.  HOWEVER, our hotel was quite a way out of London.  Quite a way out of Watford as well.  In the middle of bloody nowhere, to be exact.  Fortunately, I'd done my research and there was an underground 4 miles away with a big car park.  So daily, we drove to the underground and parked and trained it. 

Science museum, V&A, Hyde Park, Piccadilly Circus, Leicester Square, Covent Garden etc, etc, etc.  R went on a trip down memory lane on Kensington High Street.  I wanted to go to the Kings Road for my nostalgic trip but by the time we'd tramped around Kensington my hip hurt and my feet ached and I just couldn't be bothered.  We had every intention of staying in London for either a meal or a show but neither of us really had the stamina. 

I'd started to notice that the wound underneath my boob hadn't healed properly.  Although I wasn't worried, I did plan to get S to check it when we diverted our journey home his way.  Chatham, here we come!