The Intrepid Explorer is Frozen

I cannot believe that it's only 15 degrees Celcius all around me right now. My frozen face is assuring me that it must be at least minus 50 and the thermometers are all broken. Am wearing a wool dress, a woollen coat, scarf, covered shoes and I am still a frozen block of Singaporean ice. It's embarrassing.

Have seen (from window of taxi) Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, Old Bailey, Tower of London, Big Ben, the National Gallery and a million Pret A Mangers but the truth is I just want to go home to my son. I want to squeeze the little hands and the little fat thighs and see the little face smiling at me. I want to pinch the little cheeks that I made, and clap the little feet together. I want to see him in his "I Love Mama" pajamas. Half a week left to go, plus another eternal plane ride.

London is full of little children running around in thick coats and boots. If I pick one up, I'll probably get arrested. It's not like picking flowers or patting stray dogs. Bail here will probably cost three times more than back home, just like the sammiches and juice. I NEED A HOT MEAL. NO MORE SAMMICHES.

Oh God I am so depressed.