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  A MOUTHFUL OF DEATH
Instead, he talked about all the scary movies we watched for free at the cinema onboard the Flying Mermaid. He also told them about when we went swimming in the pool and how the fat ‘whale-boy’ had leapt into the water and made such a huge splash, the wave nearly washed five children and six adults overboard! Everyone roared with laughter.

“You aren’t serious, are you?” Said mum and dad incredulously.

“Did you make any friends on the trip?” Asked mum.

I looked at Cleve, Lucy and M-girl and said, “Well, as a matter of fact, yes we did! I met this one girl, Charlotte, and she was the step daughter of the captain of the ship. She was not too friendly when we first met, but later on, once we got to know each other a bit better, things improved and we parted good friends when we got off the ship.” 

“All-in-all, said Margaret, we had a great voyage, Mum. We got to eat all of our favourite food – and lots of it! - as well as do lots of fun things together. We even finished our homework, but that wasn’t much fun.”

Lucy smiled and said, “Yes mum, we all had a great time, even after Margaret had to pull Lily out of the sea when she was pushed over the rail by Charlotte…… oops!” Lucy realised what she had just said and put her hand over her mouth.

I laughed and said, “Ha-ha! You’re so funny, Lucy. I can’t even imagine why you’d say such a thing. Mum, I’m starving, can we stop off at GoGo YaiDan and have something to eat?”

“Well, children, we’re nearly home and I’ve prepared a special feast for us all to celebrate your arrival home and I’m sure you’re going to love what I’ve prepared,” said mum.

I said, “wow! That sounds great. Thank you so much, mum!” All of the children agreed with me and only talked a bit as we sat back and relaxed quietly until we got home.



After half-an-hour of being stuck in the car, we squeezed out of car and rushed to the front door, but not before I accidentally slammed my forehead on the front window frame. Father yelled something in Japanese - his least favourite language – I think he might have been saying something very rude!

I heard a loud, muffled cry and hiss come from under my foot, when I looked down, I saw Lia Chao, our big fat finger cat who was glaring up at me. Lucy picked him up, snuggled him close to her face and kissed his pink nose; all he gave me was a dirty look and a snarl.   

“I don’t like cats!” Said Margret, scowling at Lia Chao.

“Yeah.” I said, giving her a nod and rolling my eyes at the hissing cat. When we entered the house, we were greeted with the rich spicy smell of fresh dumplings which we all breathed in hungrily.

After we had all gone up to our bedrooms, unpacked and changed into fresh comfortable clothes we went downstairs to the kitchen where mum sat us down and we all had a fine meal of fresh crispy shrimp, crab dumplings and fried wontons. All you could hear was the sound of children going ‘ooh’ and ‘aww’ and ‘hmm’ with every bite we took.

Lucy was the first to speak. “Oh, mum, these dumplings are to die for! It’s been ages since we had some REAL Chinese dumplings. Australia is a great place, but you can’t get real Chinese dumplings there. Some of them are good, even great, but it’s not the same!”

“Why thank you, my number one Chinese daughter! That’s very kind of you to say.” Said Lucy’s mum.

No sooner had she finished saying this to Lucy, than we AND Mr Zhong, piped up and started agreeing with Lucy and showering Mrs Zhong with compliments for her insanely good dumplings. Mum stood smiling and silent as she allowed our compliments to wash over her and sink in. Our kind words were as delicious to her, as her dumplings were to us.

Over the next few days, we went about catching up with our friends, going to the mall to do some well needed shopping with mum, and visiting our relatives, whom we had not seen for the best part of a year. We were delighted to see our grandpa and grandma, as they were to see us, but we were also surprised to see that grandma had put on quite a bit of weight.

M-girl commented without thinking first, and said, “Geez Mrs Xie, you look a lot bigger than you did before we left for Australia……’

“Margaret…。! Don’t be so rude! Sorry, mum, said Mrs Zhong, feeling annoyed and very embarrassed.

You’ll have to forgive my daughter’s friend, Margaret; you know what kids are like! Mrs Xie smiled weakly and nodded, as if she understood only too well – but still, she really didn’t want to be reminded that she’d put on weight.

Despite this, we all had a great day out. We went to the park and had a family barbecue and played lots of games together, that mum, dad and our grandparents were able to join in as well. It wasn’t until later in the afternoon that we finally went back home and hung out in the loungeroom playing games on our iPads.

Lucy, Margaret, Cleve and I spent the remainder of the next week-and-a-half meeting with friends, doing our homework and getting ourselves ready to go to England for the next part of our holiday. So, we spent a lot of time looking at videos about England on their dad’s YouTube in preparation for our trip. Cleve was keen to look at maps of London and its famous landmarks, so he knew where everything was.

I was interested in the museum of Natural Sciences, and was very keen to go there and see all of the prehistoric animals they had on display, as well as look at all of the science equipment they had on view for the general public to see.

Margaret, on the other hand, was interested in finding out about the Royal Family. She was fascinated by the history of the different kings and queens.

Lucy preferred to do some knitting, because she’d heard that it was always cold in London. So, she gave herself a knitting project to do…。 or at least try. She hoped to knit everyone a nice warm scarf to keep them warm.

It seemed time passed in the blink of an eye, and it wasn’t long before we were all busy packing our onboard luggage and getting ready to drive to the airport to catch our flight to London. Everyone was very excited, especially as mum and dad were going with us too.

When it was time to go, dad called taxi, and we all headed out to the international terminal at Shan Xie Airport for our flight to London. Mum and dad went to the booking desk, checked in all our luggage, and made sure we had our boarding passes to get on the flight. After that, we went to Gate 56, sat down in the lounge and mum bought us some burgers, chips and coke.

We were there about forty minutes when our flight was called, “Would passengers booked on Air China flight SX-2461, bound for London, please make your way to gate 56 and have your passport and boarding pass ready to board your flight. Thank you.”

We were all very excited now, and began to gather our cabin luggage as we prepared to get on the plane for our flight. We chatted excitingly about what we would do when we got to London. On the way to the gate, we saw lots of people making their way to catch the same flight. There were people from all over the world; Chinese, tourists going home, and others making their connecting flights back to London and other destinations.

We talked among ourselves quietly, and played monopoly or scrabble. We also did our nature studies homework for Mr. Low. After that we fell asleep It must have been a few hours later when the loudspeaker crackled and the captain said we would be landing in London in about another fifteen hours. It seemed to take forever, but at last, we finally arrived in London. Soon, we were to discover there would be murder on the loose!

Once the plane landed, we got all of our luggage from the overhead lockers and slowly made our way to the door along with all the other passengers. We then followed mum and dad to immigration, and dad sorted out all the passports and visas.
It took forever because there were so many people there, however, we finally got through and made our way to the luggage area where mum, dad and the rest of us kids watched the carousel go round and round, and picked off all of our luggage.

From there, we pushed our luggage trollies to the taxi stand. Dad sorted out all of that out, and we all helped the driver stuff our bags and the suitcases into the taxi. From there, we headed straight to our hotel, where mum, Lucy and Margaret booked us in and organised help for Cleve, dad and I to get the luggage up to our rooms.
By the time that was done we were ready to just drop on the floor and go to sleep! Instead, we got unpacked, washed, and ready to go downstairs to the restaurant and have a decent meal. When we were finished, we returned to our rooms and went to bed early for a good night’s sleep!

The next morning, when the sunlight touched my eyelids, I woke up and swung myself out of bed. Loud snoring was coming from the two beds next to mine, so, I gave Margaret a shove to wake her up, and then went over and shook the “pig”, Lucy.

“Aah!” Screamed ‘the pig’。

“Wha- what’s going on?” Said Margaret in a muffled voice that came from under the bedclothes.

It took a few moments for Margerat and Lucy to realise they weren’t under attack. After that, we all got dressed and went downstairs. Mum, dad and Cleve were still asleep and hadn’t got out of bed yet, so we decided to go on down to the dining room and have breakfast first. We were starving!

When we got to the dining room there were several families sitting at tables and tucking into what looked and smelled like lot of tasty grub. I looked over at the buffet and what I saw made my eyes nearly pop out of my head. Wow! There was just about everything you could imagine to eat – and lashings of it. First off, we each had some cereal. I had cornflakes and Margaret and Lucy had muesli.

We gobbled that down in seconds, then took a plate each and began piling on as much sausage, beans, scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, as we could. We sat down at the table, squirted tomato sauce on our sausages and bacon, and began to tuck in. The waiters couldn’t believe that three girls could scoff so much each in one sitting.

All you could hear from our table was the sound munching, chewing and slurping, along with the sound of knives and forks scraping across our plates. Margaret had taken a whole jug of orange juice to our table, which we all guzzled down as we ate our breakfast. Some of the other guests looked at us and wondered where our parents were.  
By the time we were half way through breakfast, and by now we had each slowed down as our tummies filled up, mum, dad and Cleve, whose hair looked scruffy as a bird’s nest, arrived and sat at the table next to us.

“Good to see you girls didn’t waste any time. Did you leave anything for us and the rest of guests in the hotel, or have you scoffed the lot?” Asked dad, who was laughing as he looked at the remaing mountains of food on our plates. “Nothing like a good breakfast, I always say. It’s the most important meal of the day, say the experts!

Mum smiled at us and laughed as she listened to dad tease us. She, Cleve and dad headed over to the buffet and began to choose what they wanted to eat. Mum and Cleve decided to have muesli, toast, jam and tea for breakfast. Dad, however, obviously liked what he saw us eating, and came back with a plate piled high with sausages, bacon, eggs and toast in one hand, and in the other, a mug of hot coffee.

He winked at us as he walked past and sat down. Mum raised her eyebrows when she looked at his plate, then smiled as she said, “I see you’re getting your money’s worth, darling; may as well, we’re paying for it!” As we finished our breakfast, mum, dad and Cleve were just getting started. From the looks on their faces they seemed to be enjoying their meal as much as the three of us. 

When everyone had finished, mum and dad smiled and said, “Well, children, your dad and I have a surprise for you all. You’re the best kids and we want you to have a great time while you’re here on holiday.

We’ve booked a three day sight-seeing bus tour for all you, so you can see the main places and sights of interest while we’re here in London. Next week we’ll be driving down to Bath, where dad has rented a lovely house for us to stay for the rest of our holidays.

We were all excited, chattering about what we will do in Bath. After that, we just lay down relaxing and thinking to ourselves in silence. Before going to bed, we talked excitedly about how we couldn’t wait to get to ride on the top of a big bright red, open double-decker London bus. This is what the tour company used to take tourists all around the city to see the sights.

In the evening they sat around and planned where they wanted to go first thing in the morning. Buckingham Palace and the Changing of the Guards was high on their list; after all, that’s where the queen lived, and she was the top person in England. Cleve was excited at the thought of seeing the Coldstream Guards wearing their bright red uniforms and tall black shaggy hats. It was their job to protect the palace, the queen and the other royals.

He loved watching videos of the Guards marching and stamping very hard in their steel studded boots. Their boots struck sparks off the cobblestones, and sometimes as the guards marched from one part of the palace to another where there were tourists, they moved quickly and the senior officer leading them shouted loudly at the public to ‘get out of the way’。 His shout was not friendly, and sometimes they frightened some of the older people looking on, and had even made little children cry.

Their plan was to then stop for a quick hotdog and coke, and then take the bus to the Museum of Natural History to see all the dinosaurs and different animals from all around the world. They also wanted to see some of the old aeroplanes and spacecraft they had on display, as well as the millions of ginormous bugs, and other critters they had on display.

Lucy was sure that it would take us hours to walk around and see all of the exhibits, so we planned to stop there and have a good lunch, then continue to look around before heading back home on the tour bus. Margaret suggested we leave our visit to the National and Tate Galleries until the next day because it would take a lot of time to look at all the drawings, paintings, sculptures and other artworks by such famous artis as Renoir, Caravaggio, Michael Angelo, Dali, Van Gogh, Leonardo da Vinci, Pollock, Warhol, Ono. The list went on and on.

So, on the third day the plan was to visit Kensington Gardens and then head off over the Tower Bridge and visit the Tower of London and see Big Ben, Trafalgar Square and the Houses of Parliament in Westminster, near the famous Abbey. By the time they’d finished writing out their plan it was time for bed. That night each of the children dreamt about where they were going to go in the morning and over the next three days before resting up and then going down to Bath to finish off the remainder of their holidays.
The next morning, we all got up early, dressed quickly, then went downstairs and had a hasty breakfast. When we finished, we stepped out of the hotel and walked to the kerb to wait for the tour bus to arrive.

As we were waiting, mum handed us each a 10 pound note, saying she and dad were going to the coffee shop to buy some food and drinks, and that we should meet them in the hotel at 5:00 pm sharp or else!

We could buy our lunches after the tour and maybe buy a small gift from the gift shop. After she had given us our instructions, the tour bus arrived. It was red with black paint curving around its middle like a belt; we climbed on board, and turned round to wave goodbye to mum and dad.

The bus pulled away with a jolt, sending dirt and smoke behind it. We took the stairs up to the upper deck of the bus. Up there it was higher, and the view was better and there were no people squishing. We sat down in our seats and looked at the view outside.

After half an hour, the bus screeched to a halt. A computer voice spoke from nowhere, “First stop, Buckingham Palace - passengers are are reminded not to step off the bus until it is fully stopped.”

When we got off the bus we found ourselves standing in front of huge, gold statue. It was the largest and most beautiful statue I had ever seen in my life. It was surrounded by low, thick lush green bushes wrapped around the statue, and there was a golden bird on top the statue and leaves that shone in the sunlight.

I saw Cleve look at it in wonder, while Margaret stood beside him snapping photos of the great statue. The statue was of a beautiful woman carved out of stone. There were two angels with bows and arrows at their hips standing on either side of the womon, and peering in opposite directions. At the time, I realised the tour guide was saying something, so I walked a little closer to hear.

“The Victoria Memorial is a monument to Queen Victoria, located at the end of The Mall in London, and designed and executed by the sculptor Sir Thomas Brock.
 
 
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