In search of yummy mummies

I love going to Museums and Art galleries. It's strange because I'm often quite justifiably accused of being a philistine.

So I wanted to go to the Museum of Fine Arts (MoFA) in Boston before we left.

I bumped into another character. Let's call him Hawthorn Poorhouse.

It was Martin Luther King day, so I suspected the MoFA would be throbbing with yummy mummies, and very unusually I was correct. I have a professional interest in refurbishment projects at Museums so I'm often more interested in the lighting and the fire-evacuation system than the actual.

So Hawthorn Poorhouse and I went for a coffee and to plan our trip. I got a pen and marked out where I thought major items of mechanical plant would be, in addition to likely gathering points for yummy mummies. Hawthorn may have been a bit bemused by this. Not sure.

The yummy mummies often also seemed to be thinking man's crumpet in many instances ("don't make mummy shout"). One of the few times, when my plan came together.

I even quite liked some of the art.