Today I packed my trunk and wheeled it off to work with me (thankfully there were hardly any people walking along the Strand at 8.15 in the morning on a Sunday, or I might have caused a few accidents...nothing more annoying than someone with a wheely case!). I was off for a stay with my sister and family, they had driven up to London to visit the Tower of London, so I arranged to meet them after work outside the Tower.

I sat on the steps in the sun, watching some sort of 'flinging of a water filled balloon'. I've no idea what the 'big, wooden flinger thing' was actually called though.