The final

So Saturday was the rugby World Cup Final. To make a long story short, England was supposed to lose and they did indeed lose, to South Africa. And the people who play for South Africa have kind of strange names. But the good news is that instead of losing to them 36-0 like they did in the first round of the cup, they only lost 15-6, and it was very nearly 15-13 as England came very close to what we shall just for simplicity sake call a touchdown.

On Saturday the landlord was coming to redo the kitchen. At 7:45 am. So this required getting up at 7am and clearing all the stuff out of the kitchen before this time. We then went to Starbucks because we could make coffee at home, then tried going to the Natural History Museum but it was only 9:15 and it didn't open until 10. So we went to a nearby French cafe, then spend a number of hours 'learning' at the Natural History Museum. This included 'driving' a 'snowmobile' in the special Antarctica exhibit. I did not do that well, as I kept going into the water or flipping the darn thing over.

After the museum we went to another little French cafe for baguette sandwiches that were very good. Mine had avocado. We then intended to go to the wine museum on the Southbank, but when we got there we learned that it costs £17.50 for the basic package, and £22.50 for a worthwhile package, so ended up deciding to hold off on this one. But, I must say, for that £22.50 you get 5 wine tastings, 2 beer tastings, a Sapphire cocktail, 2 absinthe tastings, and either 2 whiskey tastings or 1 whiskey cocktail. Basically, this is not a place you want to go if you have anything to do the rest of the day. So instead of going there, we strolled along the bustling riverfront pathway, popping into Tate Modern to use the bathroom/see the giant modern art crack in the turbine hall. It was deeper than you would think. Then in search of a place to watch the rugby, we walked through the giant Eid celebration in Trafalgar Square and past Buckingham Palace. We figured that places in the tourist areas would be less packed as most would not care about the rugby.

We ended up trying to watch the game at this pub with this horribly mean, drunk owner who kept yelling at people and even turned the tv off at one point because a guy wouldn't move. So we ran screaming out the door right before half time and got back to a luckily-landlord-free apartment with new kitchen for most of the second half. I've taken a photo of the new kitchen, but it will have to be added later. I swear I'll get new photos up this evening!!