Went to the Museum of Witchcraft today. Basically, it was a 3 floor converted house that we were able to explore with the help of
fluorescent stickers pointing out the knackered low-hanging beams. Our 'guide' around the house was a tall fella, and he decided that it would be worth putting a sorting hat (like the one from Harry Potter) on each of our heads to see which '
house' we'd end up in. I ended up in '
Hufflepuff'. Not sure how to react to this, So I've got nothing else to add. [..?]

This freaky ginger thing was lurking around one of the many [low-hanging] corners of the
Witchcraft Museum. I feel sorry for the poor bastard who has to lock up the place at night. Must be a nightmare.
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