History matters... It's only Natural..
Yesterday was Mother's Day here in the UK. Last year I made my thoughts on the subject perfectly clear.
This year, I was once again, nowhere near my mummy, but I did send her a lovely rose bush and a lovely biscuit card from these guys. She loved both, it is reported. Never fear, I will be seeing her at Easter, so I am not neglecting Mummy Lj.
Nevertheless, I and two other rogue housemates were set adrift on Sunday with not a lot else to do after the rounds of maternal-based phone calls.
So we decided to take a trip to the Natural History Museum.
I've been to the Natural History Museum many times when I was younger. And I always had the best time. I love that it hasn't changed an awful lot even since the first time I went, and yet the exhibits are still as enthralling as the first time I saw them as a kid. An odd mix of the wonderfully familiar and the excitingly new.
And it's educational, you can't beat that.
I love that my mum remembers going as a girl and being in awe at the huge dinosaur skeleton exhibit in the entrance hall, and that I have the exact same memory from some 25 years later. As do thousands of people up and down the country.
I love the beautiful architecture of the building, and the many buttons there are to press!
And as much as I love love love New York, their Museum of Natural History is a stark disappointment and falls far short of the London version.
One of the other benefits of going to the Natural History Museum, is that you are not far at all from another amazing place, The Hummingbird Bakery.
What would life be like without cupcakes? Let's all hope and pray we never have to find out..
We chowed down on a couple of these bad boys and headed home. We talked rubbish on the train (standard), and were actually entertaining (or odd, you decide) enough for one fellow passenger to actually turn off his music and listen to our conversation as his preferred source of in-train entertainment.
Everybody seemed to be in a good mood, and the sun was shining.