Well, maybe it did rain more than once after all. We went to The Orchard for a bite and it was too wet to sit outside. Lots of writers and poets used to gather here.
Harry Potter mania! Yes, we stood in line for a couple of hours to get some of the first books available. The big hoo-ha before the event was a big fizzle, but the size of the crowds was impressive. Each family bought a copy, so there was a bit of sharing around of the book. If you put a copy down, someone else was sure to pick it up. I was one of the last to finish (on the plane home) and Pete was one of the first (having read all night one night to beat John to the ending).
Karen dumped by an Ikia chair while trying to pick up the book from the floor. Those chairs were trecherous. The rounded front end was very slippery on the wood floors.
Karen's knees were increasingly painful, but she kept on going. Finally, however, they gave out when we were trying to get to the museum. JF and Molly set us up with this Cambridge version of a betchek. We didn't have very far to go, but the relief for Karen was immense.
Molly and JF in their favorite retreat in their flat - the bay window. I swear they are both part cat.
A very posh restaurant for a last family meal seemed to be the right thing to do.
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