J-Hostel 63-London

okay, so here we are back in London, staying at a hostel that is slightly better than the hotel room we were in last time. Up until a second ago, this room that I am in was full of little kids all speaking French. It was so cool! I wish C had been down here, (and I do mean DOWN, we are on the top floor of a tall building. The room I am in right now is the basement) however the slug-a-bed is still... abed. Yeah, so is D. They decided that they didn't want to wake up early today but to just wake whenever they woke. Which means as usual, I was up at 730 and they are still asleep. But I do get the computer, which is nice. So I still dont have the camera, which stinks. I do, however, have something new to write about.
D'S DRIVING! SCARY!
Okay, not really. I wasn't overly concerned, as she did really well at first. But she did seem to have a problem staying in the lines. She didn't, however, drift to the other side of the road as you would expect from an American. No, she drifted to the sidewalk. Which was a little scary for me, the front seat passenger. But we only had one incident. Well, two, but the other wasn't D.
We got lost a lot, which was fun. We were lost on the way to church on Sunday, and we went down a side road to turn around. D was a lot too close to the curb, and there was a truck parked on it. 'YOU'RE A LITTLE CL---' oops... but it just hit the side mirror and knocked it in. Luckily, those things are hinged. :) No worries, no damage.
The other was kind of funny. D was having trouble parking, and asked Pat's husband Mick to park the car. He backed into the car behind us. A tiny little scratch. Nothing to worry about, we got insurance on the rental. Yay. Anyway, we got to the rental company the next morning with no other mishaps and gladly left the car behind for the next uncomfortable bus ride. Better to be on a bus with the person ahead of you practically in your lap and crushing your kneecaps than having an American driving in London, though, right?
Well, we are going on a tour today, and we may get to go see Harry Potter (IN LONDON:>) this afternoon. Spendy, though. $14-$16 for a matinee. No, ta. Well, I may head off to wake the kids up now. Enjoy the post, and if you haven't check out the other posts and pics and COMMENT! I know you have, but I would rather hear the same thing over and over than not hear anything. I miss home people! I want a freaking comment!
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calming, calming
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Later! J