Art Gallery, Museum and a pub lunch

Shall I leave it at that or tell you more?

I might tell you the story of our day out in stages – we travelled many miles to Leeds; we did not notice the distance because we chatted all the way there.

We were in a museum where there was a dressing up box which Veronica had not seen – when she turned round I was wearing a  long, white,  curly  wig; looking like an elegant judge ………. she screamed and we were making so much noise were almost thrown out.

We were thrown out of an art gallery once for touching a painting.