My feet are killing me.

We split up today. One parent and one kid is definitely easier than two parents and two kids. Ali and I went to see the BP portrait competition at the National Gallery. It was very impressive. He wasn't so keen on all the nudity however and kept asking me to shield his eyes. We walked so much that my feet are now throbbing. I hardly get the chance to walk anywhere in Bodrum. Ali liked Trafalgar square and tried climbing on Nelson's column!
At around five the four of us met up at Hamley's (at which point the moaning and bad behaviour began!).
We ended the day with pizza again, of course at my favourite pizza restaurant.