London Sketches – Confusion Reigns

At certain times, if you walk by St Paul’s Cathedral and linger at one of the outside café tables, your ears will be treated to the fantastic blast of a ring-of-bells.
Nearby, a couple of young tourists found the pealing injurious to their Tik-Tok-ing.
They complained, “they should turn the volume down!”
(What the?)
The pealing stopped and the Duo demanded, “Doesn’t the Queen live here?”
(“Er. Not really, it’s a cathedral… prayers, weddings, funerals – that kind of thing — and Her Majesty, The Queen is er…”)
“Are you allowed in the park?”
(Park? Oh it’s the churchyard – you know it was a site of executions long ago.”)
“Over there?”
“Yes. Most famous, I suppose, was the gun-powder plot to blow up Parliament and a priest who was implicated by the name of Henry Garnet. He was hung, drawn and quartered here.”
The Kidsters perked up, inquiring after the (v gruesome) details.
“On the King’s order…” I closed.
“Jeez! For real? The King?”
“Where’s London Bridge? Up that way?”  They waved Google Maps at me.
“Well…yes…” I answered.
Galvanized, the kids marched off towards the Thames.
Surely, they weren’t going to to London Bridge to look for traitors’ heads?
“James I, not King Charles III…” I called after them feebly, but I fear it was too late.
(Let’s hope they don’t start looking for the Queen.)