Yesterday I went to the first day of the Open House London weekend with my cousin Eleanor. You'd think that a relatively intelligent and creative woman such as her would be interested in visiting various institutions and learning more about their history wouldn't you? Well, you're wrong, she wasn't. For example, we ventured into the Arrowsmith's Hall which was a very ancient building full to the brim with arrows of different ages, sizes and strength and I must say that the William Tell room was particularly illuminating, but Eleanor, oh no - she just breezed past all of the glass cases and began to text her boyfriend James.
We later went on to The Lady Mary of Hammersmith's Memorial Gardens where I was particularly enamored with the specific species of lichen which grows in West London, but I couldn't expect Eleanor to show as much as a cursory interest in the subject. She said that she would have rather visited The Tower of London, but that wasn't in the booklet. Shame.
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