The Holly and the Ivy... There's holly everywhere. Holly bushes, holly hedges, holly trees. The only holly I've seen in Canada has been plastic Christmas decoration. Such a strong-looking leaf, almost like armour.

We were planning on going to see Stonehenge Sunday with Yoshie's friends Katherine and Sarah, and Sarah's young daughter Charlotte. Yoshie wasn't feeling up to doing long walks so she stayed at home (probably glad to have the flat to herself for a few hours.) Due to a late start, a dead car battery, and pouring rain we decided to go to Hampton Court palace instead. Very neat place. I was awed by the Henry VIII state rooms, imagining partying with 'enry in the Great Hall. I think I mentioned before that I'm a sucker for old stuff. I kind of lose interest after the Elizabethan era. The garden maze was fun too. Charlotte guided us through. I was completely lost.

Tomorrow we get to look at all the cool toys in the labour and delivery rooms at the hospital. Should be fun. And before I leave, a snippet from the Insight Guide to England: "...Jeremy Bentham, who founded University College, London where his corpse, fully clothed, still sits in a glass case in the entrance hall." This I gotta see. When I excitedly mentioned it to Yoshie she just calmly said "Oh yes, I've walked by it."