I Feel bAD iN pain

I know we were “not allowed to take photographs” at Westminster Abbey or whatever but I did. And no one stopped me. So there.

I felt just awful all day. I woke up to a text from Candice asking for a throat lozenge and my first thought was “Oh no I need one too.” the whole tour of the Abby was dreadful for me because I was dying the whole time. My head hurt really bad and my allergies were acting up. I listened intently to our tour guide, Molly, for the first hour of the trip but then I was mentally in a different place. I really liked the architecture of the Abbey but there was a lady behind me who kept asking me questions I did not know the answers to.

“Whose grave is that?”

“I don’t know. Queen Elizabeth.”

“But it’s a man.”

“I don’t know.”

There were far more dead people at Westminster Abbey than I thought there would be. There were a lot of names I recognized there which was cool. Dylan Thomas of poem fame was buried there. My brother was named after Dylan Thompson so that’s cool. I was named after Lord Byron (chronologically) and he was there too.

I feel like I’m melting.

I am surprised that I have gone this long without my head exploding. This trip has been very long and I have not had a day to recollect myself and I think it has finally caught up to me. I had to miss the show tonight which I hear was very eventful but I very much could not get out of bed and I know that if I went to a show I would have been so much worse off.

I Disney bounded as Paddington today and I got a photo with the Paddington statute at Piccadilly with my bears. Alyssa is not sending me the photo though so I drew a quick picture of what I think it looks like.