Blue skies in London are like a precious jewel or a beautiful flower, they are all the more precious because they are so rare. Who but our dear +Kalebra Kelby
could part the clouds two days in a row during a week when storms were predicted? But blue skies or gray (or pearl, as I prefer to call them, since gray sounds so dismal) may you have another wonderful day of family adventures. For as they say, he who is tired of London is tired of life, and you embrace life more than anyone else I know.