On Friday morning, after gasping at the price of rail tickets and underground tickets (& giving up trying to work out cheap deals) we arrive in Lonodn. We go first via a walk along by the Thames to The Tate Modern and admire their crack (http://www.tate.org.uk/node/237089/default.shtm).We decide on an early lunch in the museum Café 2 where we, from indoors, smugly watch everyone walking around outside getting sodden.They have amazingly tall metal vases topped off with Singapore orchids on the bar, which look very classy.We have fried broad beans and bread with olive oil as snackrell-type starters and I opt for a quiche while Steve opts for a mezze plate for mains.
Then to our Radisson hotel near the BM. This strikes me as disappointing; I know it’s London but why can’t it be a larger, nicer room for all those points?And the lift is so slow, too, and the breakfast not included but £16 each extra.
Amazingly, Steve has spotted a Jessops nearby and we end up in there and he gets a discount off a Tamron 18-250 lens and is exceedingly smug and announces he can sell two of his existing ones.
We visit the close-by British Museum and admire the wonderful hall, which always impresses.We have cake & tea and watch the visitors. But we are here To See Things not just Eat Things, so we visit the Lewis chessmen (having seen the Edinburgh based ones we feel we should complete the set) and I end up drooling over the jewellery.However, one piece of pure Victoriana is so frightful it makes me squeak out loud – a necklace made of the mounted heads of humming birds.
In the evening we finally see “The Mousetrap” in an absolutely minute theatre with many empty seats near us (which was just as well cos I swapped at the interval so I could see the whole of the stage). Very mannered and of its times and I guessed The Murderer, but an experience.
For some reason, as we walk back, Steve wants more food so we eat in an Italian place (although The Ivy was opposite!) and both decided we cook better than that at home, but the staff are more pleasant.
It took several days to recover from the food poisoning, even on Friday and Saturday I declined going to the pub to have anything to drink. Really only recovered for Sunday when we met Richard and Celia for lunch at Banbury, where we ate Sunday lunch of roasted cow.
My poor car broke down on Saturday, the battery decided not to work. We had visited Ladymead Joinery to advise on their hardware and network. I also took a few pictures of the new machinery in operation. Came to leave and the battery was dead, nothing. No lights had been left on. Had a jump start from Tony and bought a new battery from Halfords.
Rosemary has reported that my weeding of the pond has caused disruption in Moorhen World. The weeding from the pond is still on the bank, (allowing the pond life which was removed to wander back into the water at their leisure). Alas they are too near the bank, and the increase in height compounded by the slippery mud has made it difficult for the moorhen to get out of the pond. Rosemary was attracted to this plight by considerable squawking and splashing as the moorhen tried to surmount the bank side. Why it didn’t try an easier route is anyone’s guess.
Disaster has struck. Part way through Wednesday I started to feel a little unwell. I managed to struggle on through the day feeling shivery and cold. Straight back to the hotel and into bed. Soon up to be very sick. That brought me some relief. I really think it must have been the Razor Clams.
So no food this evening, just tried to sleep and drink small sips of water.
The next day I had a meeting with a Life Assurance Company. They were going to take me out for lunch at All Bar One. This I declined, eating only [half] a small sandwich at lunch.