We had to wait behind a velvet rope to get the kids uniforms. It was very chic.
Know what isn’t chic? Poppy’s uniform. I really should have factored that into our school decision. Also, Will looks like the last scene in “Big” in most of his clothes. But the good news is that everything was really expensive. Nothing I love more than spending a ton of cash on ill-fitting clothes!
After that, we fed the ducks. You’ll be pleased to know that ducks in London do not appear to be any classier than ducks in NY.
Their owls, however, kick the shit out of our owls:
No, Will has not gotten into falconry. We just went to a local festival/streetfair thing where an owl conservatory had a slew of birds chained up in a yard, that you could hold for a $2 donation. The birds looked miserable, as did the two mangy dogs they were with, but my kids had a blast and that’s ALL that matters!
As a side note, virtually all tattoos I’ve seen here look like prison tats. Seriously normal people walking around with homemade ink all over their forearms, ankles and necks. Bizarre.