Bus #82 to Victoria Station

Moiya and Duncan's delight -- though I don't know at what!

Moiya, Duncan and I decided to ride the double decker buses last Sunday.

We thought we would add a little fun to the event and take along a bag of treats.

On sale, but not my favorite!

No, not the Bates Mix (the ultimate in mixed candies in a baggie – hot tamales, bridge mix, chocolate covered jelly, premium mixed nuts and Rolos).

Our aim was a simple run through the local Sainsbury’s.

Duncan was on the run, taking us swiftly to the candy isle of the local grocery store.

He has never been shopping with Moiya before.

Would any of  you like to buy this?

She lingered in the toilet paper isle, looking for the best prices and she chatted with him about the relative merits of buying products when they are 2 for 1.

He was beside himself to get her moving along. I suggested that he take tuck her arm in his, as a gentleman would, and try to move her along that way.

It worked, though she was still interested in the rotating specials at Sainsbury’s.

Mr. Simms Olde Sweet Shoppe

Last week Wyona and Moiya found a Turkish Delight chocolate bar in the cubed shape that Cardbury’s Caramilk packages that confection.

Then a few days ago she found the white chocolate triangle shaped Toberlerone at half price.

So she was lingering, looking for the higher end sweet specials.

I thought an ice-cream bar would be a good start for all of us, one we could eat as we walked along the High Street to Mr. Simms.

Golds Ice Cream Bar -- 3 to a package
  ... Duncan shows me how to find ice cream in the freezer ...

 Duncan had his own plans for the £5 he would be spending – a mint chocolate nougat bar at the local candy store.

Mr. Simms Candy Shoppe is a beauty!

A pic-and-mix counter – all candy the same price and in the same bag.

The magnificent rows of bottled confections, the stands of rainbow swirled lollipops, the cardboard boxes of fizzes, and bags of liquorice didn’t entice him at all.

I don't need to buy!  Just to stop and play.

At Hamley’s, we told Duncan the agenda was his.

We couldn’t separate from each other, since it would be impossible in five floors of toys to find each other again.

He could be the leader. We would follow.

He was forced to take a quick spin to the top floor where the toilettes are situation before beginning our adventure.

"TV is more amazing when you are the controller."
Yah! Right!

As Moiya whispered back to me, when Duncan resisted the trip to the top, “Think about it. No kid in a toy shop has time to go to the lavatory.”

We ate at Subways – not the place Moiya nor I would have chosen, but Duncan’s limited food choices makes a specialty sandwich a good choice for him.

Heaven is the basement of Hamley's toy store

And that is about it for our London Hop-On-Hop-Off Specialized Service.

I loved the regular bus, the #82 to Victoria Station. When Duncan got tired o the front seat, he just laid his head down to rest for a while. The bus driver sped up, and then slammed on his brakes, throwing Duncan to the floor.

He got up, his hands in the air, looking at us and saying in soporific stupdity, "What was that!"

Every London visitor should create his/her own personaalized local bus tour. Ours included candy shops: Hamleys and Mr. Simms.