Tomorrow I go to see old stuff

Mummies, bits dug up from all sorts of hot places, dusty old artefacts.
Tomorrow is a London museum adventure, a trip to see old stuff and feel like I've revisited my ancient ancestors - or my great grandmother, one or the other.

Mummies are creepy, you can still see their teeth and they look a little like someone I used to know. In the teeth department that is, not the dusty, crumbly, I've-been-buried-for-a-couple-of-thousand-years kinda way.

I have a bit of a mummy on my wall, well actually a bit of some mummy's clothing, I don't know what his name is... or was. I keep it behind glass, not because it is fragile and might be damaged by modern air/skin oils/bad breath, but because it bothers me that maybe this bit was in contact with a very old boy's (very) old boy.