Sunday 1st January, 2012!

This morning we requested a late checkout for 1pm and spent the morning trying to feel good enough to go out. Charles was still a bit weird from his epic illness and Chrissy was also weird from her sympathy starvation and jet lag. we watched Beethoven on tv. Remember that film?
We set out for the Victoria and Albert Museum around 12:30, walking all the way through Kensington park. It was good to exercise I guess. As usual the museum was really lovely. We looked at the wrought iron and the miniatures and everything. The fashion exhibition was STILL closed (just like last year) and apparently opens in the spring. Gosh!
Then around 3 we started getting stressed about getting to the airport. We had to take a stupid route to get home (couldn't walk back the same way because it was pouring with rain) because the circle line was closed. We had to transfer a few times. At the hotel we collected our stuff and the concierge broke my bag handle!! All our bags were piled up on top of my big bag and he picked them all up at once by the fragile plastic handle and of course it broke. He was like "ow it hurt my hand!" and "these new ones aren't strong like the old ones" when I really wanted to hear "sorry".
So we made it to Victoria station to get the Gatwick express. At the airport we ate soup at Pret a Manger (the bed yummiest healthiest most fresh and organic restaurant) before catching the 8pm flight. I kept nodding off on the plane. We arrived at 11 and got the train into town.

And our best friends Margrèt and Gìsli were waiting for us! We were brought back to their house which is an apartment at the end of a building, so all the windows are curved and they have a panoramic view. We were so tired and went to bed pretty soon!