OH MY GOD, WE ONLY HAVE FOUR WEEKENDS LEFT IN THE COUNTRY 'TIL WE ARE OFF.
Shit.
Anyway...
Since we are on the home straight now, we decided to allow ourselves a weekend away from saving, worrying about money and planning the trip to have a day out in London.
As much as we wanted to, we couldn't go all out, throw wads of cash in the air, pop bottles and otherwise, party like it's our birthday - but I guess we've become firm believers in the notion that you don't need money* to have a good time.
*You will need some money. We're not fucking idiots.
We got a return ticket to Waterloo and decided to walk round the city rather than take the tube. Don't get me wrong, the Underground definitely has a time and a place; i.e when you're in a rush, or it's pissing it down with rain, but when it's August and it's sunny and warm outside I think you'd be a fool not to walk instead!
By the time we got to London it was midday and all that was on my mind, as ever, was food. We walked from London, down South Bank and through Trafalgar Square to get to Covent Garden, where we found a Café Rouge to nip into for lunch.
Why Café Rouge? Surely there's nicer, more authentic places to eat in Central London?
WELL, LET ME TELL YOU. I have been a complete and utter BATTLEAXE over the past few months with my Tesco Clubcard and have been reaping in those points left right and centre for times like this. Times like when a £5 off coupon gets posted through your letterbox and you think, tight bastards, is that it?! But then you realise that you can 'exchange' (ooh) that coupon for 4x its value in restaurant vouchers.
YES PLEASE.
So, after an amazing brie baguette and fries, we waddled out having only spent £9 on our bill. VALUE, SON. Would have been totally free if we hadn't had a Fruli beer each, but damn those things are too good and we couldn't resist.
When we originally planned the day we had hoped to museum hop, but it was SUCH a nice day and to be frank, a day that nice in the UK is a rare sight and absolutely HAS to be snatched up with the jaws of life because before you know it, it'll be gone in the blink of an eye.
Saying that, we did go to one museum, The British Museum. The queue was nearly enough to scare us away, but it quickly went down because the security and bag check consisted of this: walking in a single file line, through a tent and up to Security, who quite simply did not give a fuck and would holla you through without as much as glancing in or even at your bag.
Perfect for us though!
We wandered around for 45 minutes or so and after looking at the Egyptian exhibits, we decided it was time to head back out and enjoy the weather.
What happened next was a LONG ASS walk to Regent's Park. On paper it looked quite near, but in reality, when you don't know where you're going and you end up taking the longest possible route, it's a bit of a beast.
Instead of paying 6x the price for drinks in a pub or bar - something we both LOVVVVEEEE to do, but, ya know, we have injections and shit to pay for - we bought some ciders from Sainsbury's and took them to the park with us like proper pikeys.
The only issue was we didn't have a bottle opener.
Luckily, Callum managed to mould his nan's keyring* into a makeshift bottle opener. YAY! It then snapped and broke. Fab.
*Why do we have his nan's keys? Well, to cut a long story, my little Ford KA blew up the other week (exactly what you DON'T want to happen before a six month trip, but hey) and we are now proud renters of Callum's nan's ultra sassy, ultra teal Mum-mobile: the Ford Fusion.
Swag.
Anyway... after basking in the sun for a while, I mentioned the fact I wished we had a Hamley's milkshake (in other words, the best milkshakes in the world). A sentence I soon lived to regret. Why? Because Callum is a massive child who loves toyshops and milkshakes and will stop and nothing to get to both.
So off we went again.
After half an hour or so we finally arrived at Hamley's and made our way to the top floor, where we locked eyes on our Holy Grail, The Milkshake Counter.
I'm not lying when I say these milkshakes are THE SHIT. They encompass everything good in life and blend it into a cup of dreams: Mr Whippy style ice-cream, chocolate, sugar, calories, artery-clogging goodness. They have it all. It was definitely worth the walk. PLUS, I got to see their Game of Thrones and Harry Potter toys (pffft calling them toys is a bit of an insult tbh) and I died and went to nerd heaven.
After all that excitement, it was about 6 o'clock and our legs had HAD IT from all the walking. Again when we had planned the day we were all like, oooh maybe we'll stay all day and get the last train home, but LOL, no, we're not cut out for that level of spontaneity.
It was such a lovely day and it just goes to show, you don't have to spend massive amounts of money to have a great time in the Capital. (Unless of course you want to buy the mini Iron Throne replica in Hamley's which is gonna set you back a cool £1.something grand...who would almost do such a thing...)
Cost breakdown
- Train ticket to London Waterloo - £10 each
- Lunch and beers at Café Rouge - £4.50 each (No, thank YOU, Tesco)
- 4x ciders from Sainsbury's - £3.20 each
- Milkshake from Hamley's - £3.60 each
Total = £21.30 each
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