Day Fifty-Nine:: Runnymead/Winsor/Chalfont St. Giles/Stoke Poges

Today I was reminded again that I am not royalty.  It is getting quite annoying, as we all know that it is my destiny and my calling.  I need to be royal.

Reminder number one: While doing to visit the John F. Kennedy and Magna Carta Memorials in Runnymead I was forced to walk through the muddy field.  There was nobody to lay a carpet or to carry me or something like that to prevent my feet from sloshing around and potentially slipping and repeating one of my most embarrassing moments in which I slipped in the mud and essentially took a bath in that pile while my crush at the time watched.  It was pretty though.

*Little Mix voice* SALUTE!

Here we have Kelsie pretending that she is at a raging house party

MAGNA CARTA YAY

Second reminder: Winsor Castle.  It is not my home.  Why is it not my house? Where is my gold-adorned drawing room and dressing room? Why do I not have an elaborate portrait yet? Why did they not let us take pictures of the ceilings or any of the other interior elements? I will change that once I am in power.

 Reminder numero tres: We strolled on the Long Walk, where the Queen walks when she comes to the castle.  There were no people there rejoicing that I was there by lining along the side of the pavement.  I was again disappointed.

totes candid 

Kelsie still looks like she is at that raging house party

Family Portrait capturing a very tender moment.

Okay I look like a model here like when did I get so hot????

Reminder 4: I visited a cemetery and they for some reason did't want me to plant a tree there to commemorate my visit.  I was strong and did not let that get me down and I cart-wheeled and took really hot selfies. Oh yeah the cemetery was Stoke Poges and the significance behind it was that Thomas Grey wrote "Elegy in a Country Churchyard" there.

Legit wearing a scarf on my head as a headband

Fifth reminder: I went to John Milton's house and nobody thought twice about providing me with better toilets.  It was atrocious and appalling and I refused to use them, forcing me to run from the bus to my flat to prevent myself from wetting my pants.

Bye,
Kelsie