Charlton, A Place Where We Lived For A Bit; Also, A Nice Coffee At Last

We know you, our insatiable public, have all been waiting for further amusing and witty anecdotes of our trip with bated breath, so now we bring forth tidings of A Day in Which We Did Not Do Very Much. 

John and Rosemary live in Charlton, in south east London.  At the start of Our Adventure, we stayed with them for about ten days. On the third day of our trip (yes, this is post five, a month and a bit in, and is covering day three - showing we are both slack and ridiculously, excessively, garrulously verbose) we decided to have a lazy day around home and to explore our local environs.

We've kind of already spoiled the surprise of what we did this day, as you've already seen most of the photos we took - they were of the squirrelfriends we met at Charlton House. 

Also, for any of you who have been closely following our coffee-related escapades, you'll be pleased to know that we procured delicious coffee at a cute little coffee shop in the middle of the park with John. It was good. We were happy. 

Bryony photographs the street. Unnecessary caption on self explanatory photo.

A stunning example of said street photography.

Alex can hardly compete. Also, look! Blue sky!

We then wandered up to Charlton House, and John gave us a quick tour. It was all very grand and fancy like the fancy people have in the novels set at a time when they had houses like this.

So grand! Incredibly Austen-tatious (oh ho ho).

Ally and Brybry wished they had big flouncy dresses
so that they could swish them passive-aggressively
while engaging in witty repartee with a sardonic Austenian protagonist
(preferably one who looked like Colin Firth circa BBC pride&pred)
out here by the archway during a big fancy house party.

Not Colin Firth, but still quite cute.

Ally is,  however,  probably not ladylike enough to live at Charlton House.

It's Narnia! 

We often have some catty roommates, who even take up more of the bed than Bryony does. 

Handsome Boris. 

Ohai there. I can haz matching pjs?

Little happy Mo.

Oh I'm not a model. The camera just accidentally went off by itself.

This was also the joyous day upon which Ally found out that she had passed her examinations, and thus would not need to fly back to NZ in January to resit them (praisebetosweetbabyjesus).

Let the Adventure Continue, they said! Huzzah!