Lamdon. A City of Delight, and Women in suits.

Some people say I don't have enough pictures on my blog. They say things like, "This could do with more pictures" or, "This is very boring to look at, why am I reading this if I can't pretend to read it but really just take in some random picture". Maybe one day I'll get a camera that could facilitate me with extra features for this page. For now though I think this is proving the power of words in a magical way. Yes magical.

Enough. On Wednesday of last week my parents decided to do an entirely planned surprise visit to London. It wasn't done very well because everyone involved knew about it. The upside was...Lamdon! When my brother's and I get together it becomes almost a tragedy, as Joel's camcorder is brought out, my older brother's...age, and my amazing whit, and charm, we make films as long as any sketch show about nothing, making the whole family laugh, and a few friends who promise not to show or tell anyone they exist. This year was the reworking of the weather while walking around the Museum of London, and not filming anything (therefore doing nothing) while on a tour of the Houses of Parliament. Did you know that as tradition when the Queen does the Opening of Parliament once a year a man is sent from the house of Lords to the house of Commons only to have the door slammed in his face? Truly, incredibly, British.

In other news the close knit group of Gateway and honorary Gateway members (Dot is honorary of the highest degree) is back together for one-week-only. Becky is back from sunny (and rainy apparently. Some kind of tropical thunderstorm ruined her phone. Enough about her) Mexico, Adam is frequenting Coventry and Leeds for the next few weeks, and Wills. Well...We love Wills.

Tomorrow I plan to meet with some Mormons and possibly have dinner with friends. Don't call.