We have a museum in our backyard, the Royal Air Force Museum. There are a lot of things to read in the museum, the history of air travel, the story of heroes during times of war and a lot more. There are actual planes in the building. Very Cool. Like most national museums in London, it's free.
I took a lot of photos and it's crowding my phone's memory, the older one where I usually use for blogging, which contains the official blogger app. As you know, I like going to museums and libraries. I'm very lola in my upbringing. I grew up so introverted despite my mom's good intentions of exposing me to a lot of people. It's hard going to a party not knowing a soul (I wonder how many times I've mentioned that over the years). My colleague Raffy, using it in the work context, said that meeting other people might be an interesting aspect of life. I'm terribly paraphrasing. I guess I'm too old to change my ways. Why be in an uncomfortable situation, when I can stay home and read a magazine? Or tidy up, as I live with a four year old and the hubby exfoliate like a snake?
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