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Monday, 13 May 2013

That really was the weekend that was

As already blogged, from my table at the pizza restaurant (Pizza Express if you are interested, not really a "little Italian" at all, except it was very little and it did sell Italian food - I did, as is custom, have roasted tomato intro and a Padana Romana, or is it a Romana Padana, pizza, so we had not entirely lost our senses), we had a day in London on Saturday with Brad and Angelina.  It was a great day.  The Bowie exhibition was, by anyone's standards, excellent, and for me, something of a fan (maybe of old more than now, but still admire his "body of work"), it was simply sublime.  Automatic audio tour, that played whatever you were near, with lots if visual and audio elements to the many areas, made it an audio-visual feast of interjecting and overlapping sensations.  I may have even had a small tear in my eye at the final auditorium bit, which showed a number of live performances, including his last as Ziggy Stardust.  Or it might have been grit.

The rest of the day was very pleasant, although we were somewhat misled by the directions on a Smartphone, which did nevertheless take us via Harrods and Harvey Nics, so the girls were happy.  It did, also take us not entirely in the right direction, so after a lot of walking we said sod it and got a cab to Covent Garden, where we singularly failed to find a suitable coffee and cake establishment, so had to settle for a (very pleasant) chain.  We did go to the Doc Martin shop, which was nice, and someone of my years can only but marvel as to how their star has risen.  Boots that were £45 in my day are now around £130-280, depending on the design and finish.

Sunday was fairly quiet. We dropped in on A&E to see their new 'van, which is, it has to be said, very fine indeed, with fixed double bed, lots of space (both storage and empty), and all the little niceties you get from a newer 'van.  LO and I are pretty even-keeled about it, but the Maggots did both chime "why do we have such an old caravan" in the car afterwards, to which we responded with the usual parent chat about financial priorities blah blah blah.

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