Finally made it to visit the Churchill War Rooms this week. One of the ‘things we should do this coming year’ that Janine, Ross, Mr H and I make a list of on New Year’s Eve when we are generally bums-on-sofa, glass-in-hand, fire-roaring at the cottage.
Poor H was stuck at work in the end, so just the three of us descended into the wartime corridors, with air raid sirens occasionally punching the air as we checked out the posters and signage (always a fave of mine), the little rooms, old typewriters, crumbling world maps, footage and spacious main museum bit.
A good arvo, followed by H’s pre-birthday supper of many a meaty favourite and prezzies back at PG. Who’s a lucky boy then?
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