Racing back to Oz

We spend our time in London racing around and trying to do as much as possible. We catch the Hop on, Hop off bus and take in the sights.

No trip to London would be complete without High Tea.

I want to see a show but worry about Frank enjoying the show. Sure he is now wearing a scarf and carrying a manbag but is he ready for the theatre...

We get good seats at a good price by buying same day tickets at a ticketing outlet; Wizard of Oz at the London Palladium. We arrive early allowing ourselves time to look around and enjoy the atmosphere. The building is incredible and history seems to seep out of its walls.

It is difficult to describe how poignant the show is for us. The story echo's the journey we have been on over the past three months. The boys are memerised by it. I sit there quietly sobbing, reflecting on what an amazing journey we have had. We have been very privelged to have had this experience as a family and in a matter of days we will be home. The sets are incredible, special effects awesome and the acting great (particularly from Toto who's timing is brilliant; we later learn Toto is played by two dogs). When the show is over the loudest clapping comes from Frank who describes the show as 'spellbinding'. Afterwards we head outside to the stage door and meet Toto (both of him) and Dorothy. London is fantastic but there is no place like home.