whilst watching the television news, which Lensa switched off before they had time to see the topics. Eric looked over at Lensa who did not reply and regained eating once more.
‘Twelve fifty adults, five pound children, three pounds fifty pence for concessions and students’ echoed a skinny man with a strong cockney accent selling London touring tickets at extortionate prices, as the Platts family walked to the underground station. The family bought their tickets and continued down the escalator reaching the northern line, which they boarded and Jessica counted the number of stops on the overhead map located in the train’s carriage. The rickety sound of the train began as it set off slowly, gradually getting faster, swishing around the people in the carriage from side to side. The carriage really did seem unsafe and very claustrophobic to Lensa, she always seemed to clam up when she took the train anywhere, desperate to reach her destination. The train growled with a screech of metal on metal indicating that the train was coming to a halt. Jessica vaulted to attention; only for her father to indicate that it was the next stop they wanted. Finally reaching their destination Jessica was the first to be off the train on what seemed a capacious platform compared to the carriage moments ago.
The museum was a grand building with mosaics, statues and monuments situated evenly around the grounds. The British flag waved in the light drizzle on the roof of the building, as the family looked up in unison. As the family entered and made a donation to the guard and old worker, they slowly wondered down to the right where there was the war section. In the vertically surprising room tanks, planes and guns and all kinds of gadgetry that dated back into the 18 th century. The area that caught Jessica’s eye was that of the 20 th century, the basic robotic wartime surveillance and normal hand pistols from the 19 th century.
‘Daddy, these look very complicated, what are they?’ asked Jessica in an desire to uncover there usage.
‘Some of veze are going past my time so I cannot say. Let’s have a look at the information of zis board’ said Eric feeling slightly out of his depths unable to assist his daughter. As Eric and Jessica looked closely and read on of the signs for the board about World War One Lensa took Alexandra to the seating area where there were pamphlets and books regarding the wars, crime and violence of the last 300 years.
‘It says here zat zhe British vere bombed repeatedly in a number of terrorist attacks from 1991 to 2007, protests about vars in Iraq and disagreements about America invading Afghanistan. I can vemember zis as if it vas yesterday, seeing zhe news clips’ said Eric with a saddened look as he viewed the pictures and it bought back horrible memories for him.
‘Really, I didn’t think you would have seen that daddy?’ said Jessica inquisitively.
‘I’m not zat old you know!’ cried Eric with a smile pitched across his face. The family look around the museum casually, picking up leaflets as they see something of interest. Eric was a big fan of prehistoric animals and creatures around millions of years back, such as land mammals and pterodactyls, his favourite being a tyrannosaurus. Eric looked for this on the coloured map he had been handed at the start of the visit.
There was a loud thud, as if something had flown into the building. Eric looked to his family as they turned in curiosity. Before he could say a word the room was filled with darkness. The shutters on the windows have all been locked down.
‘Vat is going on?’ said Eric fully aware his family didn’t have the answer. The family managed to see slightly their outline of each other, so they huddled against one another checking to see if none of them were injured. There was a second thud, and then a thin thread of light beamed behind the closed double doors, which have a torch or latten. Out there for all of them to
‘Twelve fifty adults, five pound children, three pounds fifty pence for concessions and students’ echoed a skinny man with a strong cockney accent selling London touring tickets at extortionate prices, as the Platts family walked to the underground station. The family bought their tickets and continued down the escalator reaching the northern line, which they boarded and Jessica counted the number of stops on the overhead map located in the train’s carriage. The rickety sound of the train began as it set off slowly, gradually getting faster, swishing around the people in the carriage from side to side. The carriage really did seem unsafe and very claustrophobic to Lensa, she always seemed to clam up when she took the train anywhere, desperate to reach her destination. The train growled with a screech of metal on metal indicating that the train was coming to a halt. Jessica vaulted to attention; only for her father to indicate that it was the next stop they wanted. Finally reaching their destination Jessica was the first to be off the train on what seemed a capacious platform compared to the carriage moments ago.
The museum was a grand building with mosaics, statues and monuments situated evenly around the grounds. The British flag waved in the light drizzle on the roof of the building, as the family looked up in unison. As the family entered and made a donation to the guard and old worker, they slowly wondered down to the right where there was the war section. In the vertically surprising room tanks, planes and guns and all kinds of gadgetry that dated back into the 18 th century. The area that caught Jessica’s eye was that of the 20 th century, the basic robotic wartime surveillance and normal hand pistols from the 19 th century.
‘Daddy, these look very complicated, what are they?’ asked Jessica in an desire to uncover there usage.
‘Some of veze are going past my time so I cannot say. Let’s have a look at the information of zis board’ said Eric feeling slightly out of his depths unable to assist his daughter. As Eric and Jessica looked closely and read on of the signs for the board about World War One Lensa took Alexandra to the seating area where there were pamphlets and books regarding the wars, crime and violence of the last 300 years.
‘It says here zat zhe British vere bombed repeatedly in a number of terrorist attacks from 1991 to 2007, protests about vars in Iraq and disagreements about America invading Afghanistan. I can vemember zis as if it vas yesterday, seeing zhe news clips’ said Eric with a saddened look as he viewed the pictures and it bought back horrible memories for him.
‘Really, I didn’t think you would have seen that daddy?’ said Jessica inquisitively.
‘I’m not zat old you know!’ cried Eric with a smile pitched across his face. The family look around the museum casually, picking up leaflets as they see something of interest. Eric was a big fan of prehistoric animals and creatures around millions of years back, such as land mammals and pterodactyls, his favourite being a tyrannosaurus. Eric looked for this on the coloured map he had been handed at the start of the visit.
There was a loud thud, as if something had flown into the building. Eric looked to his family as they turned in curiosity. Before he could say a word the room was filled with darkness. The shutters on the windows have all been locked down.
‘Vat is going on?’ said Eric fully aware his family didn’t have the answer. The family managed to see slightly their outline of each other, so they huddled against one another checking to see if none of them were injured. There was a second thud, and then a thin thread of light beamed behind the closed double doors, which have a torch or latten. Out there for all of them to
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