IJ came out of school yesterday looking extremely concerned and disappointed. As we plodded towards the bus stop it was some time before she was able to break the bad news to me,
"Mummy, we can never go to London again, ever." She announced in rather dramatic fashion.
"Oh, why not?" I asked. "Has something happened?"
"Yes." Her expression was very grave at this point. "There has been a fire, a big fire, a GREAT fire."
And the penny quickly drops,
"Do you mean the Great Fire of London?"
"Yes, London is on fire and it is still burning, so we can't visit again, EVER!"
"Darling, the fire was put out in 1666. It isn't burning now."
Okay, so I didn't know the exact year at that precise moment in time, but with the aid of my ever reliable information source - Google, I was able to inform her of the specific details of the Great Fire of London later that evening and reassure her that there is nothing to worry about now.
Today I collected her from school and I once again greeted with a sad and disappointed face.
All trips to London are off, once again.
The reason this time?
The Plague.
So we are back to square one, and history lesson number two!
