Battys Invade The Abbey

After indulging in chocolate and a sudden preoccupation of British pubs, we Battys have decided to must confess our sins. What better place to do this, but at Westminster Abbey. Since it was good enough for royal marriages, funerals, christenings and coronations, we decided we might as well go where they belonged and look for a place to light a candle and pray.

Kim knew she'd be praying for all her lost items to show up in heaven with her; Sue prayed to not make a royal ass of herself, so she wasn't the subject of every blog; Deb prayed for Prince Harry to take Katie's hand in marriage; and Dame Edith prayed for the King's hand.

After queuing up for nearly 20 minutes in the wrong line(of course), we rearranged ourselves, and in no time (30 min) we were in the Abbey listening to headphones about all the deceased royal subjects who had tombs erected for them. Each turn became more depressing as yet another former somebody or other was laying beneath an ancient bronze/marble/granite/gold replica of their former living self. Needless to say, we had more fun as we walked down the same aisle as Kate Middleton did when she married the future king of England.

After Edie touched every wall, sculpture, and door in the place, it was time to be done and go into another place of worship...the gift shop! However, Edie insisted on visiting St. Margaret's Church, the official church of the House of Parliament right next door. Apparently we had sinned some more and needed to be in ANOTHER church. It was like some of us couldn't get enough of them! But since we apparently can rack up sins in no time, it was becoming strikingly apparent why our ancestors emigrated from here.