Monday, August 18, 2014

Letters from Liverpool

We were fed by this member, British born but I think with parents from Africa and she really stuffed us.  She is just one of those people that you can immediately be blatantly honest with and make jokes about it.  She is taking us to the temple next week (so we won't email till Tuesday or Wednesday by they way, it is a bank holiday.)  She fed sister missionaries a while back with so much food and when they said they couldn't eat any more she told them to jump up and down to make more room. They did, ha ha, and she thought it was the funniest thing ever. 
This is (first picture) City Centre.  We went exploring last week and wandered into this place, St. George's Hall.  It is known for the organ, apparently, but that part of the building was closed last week.  

The other parts where open though, aka all of the rooms displaying it's previous life as a court room/prison/holding cells.  It was terrifying actually. 
We were walking down the hall and one of the rooms must have been playing a movie about the different punishments because we could hear clanking and slamming.  We walked past one of the rooms closed off and to my horror it was being used to store dummies for the displays.  They were in various uncomfortable positions and in combination with the background music I was startled almost into a heart attack. 

Had he been there, we know what would have happened to Dad and his pants.

Love From Liverpool!

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