Well that went horribly wrong. We set out on Saturday to that there London and, I’ll be honest, I was not as well prepared as I could have been. I don’t know about you but at the moment, I am a bit overwhelmed with everything I have to do. (Yes, I am making excuses) I was on my way to a writers’ day but knew I would be late because of the train times. Of course the train was late – not much – just enough to throw me. Then when we got there the Circle and District lines were closed all day. This meant that it took ages to get to where I needed to be. So, to cut a long story short, I didn’t make the day. I would have been so late – I had to make a call and decided not to go. I was a bit mogged off about the whole thing but usually I dust myself off a bit and get on with it but this time the fact that I didn’t know anyone and wasn’t that sure where I was going made me call it a day. I felt sorry for myself for a little while but, during our messing about trying to find our way, we rode past the Grenfell Tower. Well that put everything into perspective in a nano second and I decided to put all my energies into getting in HOH’s way for the rest of the day. He was planning to go Portobello Road and look at records which he did. He just may not have planned to have a chum to do it with – that’s all. Portobello Road is a strange place. Lots of Italians seen to think that they are visiting the live set of the film Notting Hill. This seems to give them the right to open people’s front gates, walk up to their doorsteps and have photos taken. The homeowners seemed to be much more sanguine about it than I would have been.
We had a lovely day in the end. We went to the National Portrait Gallery and I spent a happy time in my favourite Victorian Room. Coming face to face with Wilberforce and Raikes (who started the Sunday School movement) is always one of my favourite things. We had a wander round Covent Garden which I don’t think I have been to since my honeymoon. (BTW that is just a poor random couple in the photo above – they have no wish to be involved in my life I don’t think) Covent Garden is very up-market now – by which I mean expensive. £1 to go to the loo. £1!!! And there was a queue! Not me – I held it in till the National Portrait Gallery. Too much information? When we went to Covent Garden last, I remember looking at some earrings on a market stall and the lady giving them to me for next to nothing because she was closing up. It’s not really like that now.
I do like a wander round London so it wasn’t too disappointing although that wasn’t what I had gone for. I have another writers’ day in November and I am determined to be ready. I don’t always think that God is teaching me stuff when I mess up – sometimes I am just messing up but I certainly think that my life could do with a bit more organisation, slowing down and having a good hard look at my priorities. I definitely need to get out of this terrible thing I do where I write dates and to do things in my diary and never open it. Is that just me? All I have to do is open the flippin book and all would be revealed. It’s not difficult is it? Blah!
I should be more like Aged Parent – she takes it all in her stride. Even when she’s busy. She phoned me this week to list all that she has to do next week.
“I’m very busy. Cleaner is coming on Monday, On the shopping bus Tuesday. Flu jab Wednesday and new heater fitted on Thursday. So I am going for a cup of tea now and you make sure you don’t go getting yourself blown up in that there London on Saturday! Bye.” You see! Priorities.