Took the inlaws from their B&B in Greenwich into Charing Cross today before taking them back to Oaddington. We chose the B&B as it was the same price as the Ibis hotel round the corner and we thought it would have more character. Forgot that older people don't give a shit about "character", they just want it to be spotlessly clean. B&B owner was a semi-working actor and, from the second-hand stories at least, something of a fantasist. I felt bad but as Jess explained, the oddness of the experience would serve them for months out in the countryside chatting to Jess' sisters.
As we came out of Charing Cross there were some people handing out religious leaflets. They were from the same religious sect as my inlaws so they stopped to have a chat (Jess is a bit funny about her religious upbringing so I'd feel funny naming the sect but you probably already know it). It was quite nice, they only had to say "hello sister" and the woman clicked right away. The sect has little embassies all over the UK, it must be nice to be part of that kind of network.
We had a cup of coffee in the crypt cafe at St Martins and then got on the baker loo to paddington. Her dad walks with a cane and doesn't know how to anticipate the jolt of tube trains do I had to hold him up. We've had a few nice halves of ale over the past few days while "the girls" were shopping.
It was cheaper to get them all day travel cards at Greenwich as they don't have oysters. I now have one of their travel cards do am going to carshalton to check out The Hope pub, which has won awards.
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