It’s All Over Now
I realize London may be a great metropolis, but it’s not very nice to people. We’re not friendly. Not that we’re rude, like the Parisians with their theatrical and frankly risible haughtiness; nor do we have New Yorker’s shouty…
Remembrance Sunday
Gorgeous final day. Clear blue sky, sun out in full. I had the intention to walk from Holland Park to Kensington Gardens, the Serpentine Gallery, then through Hyde, Green and St. James Park, and then take in the original…
The Play is the Thing
Up late. Was it any wonder? Another cool windy day. It had rained but was dry A.M. Didn’t hear from my friend Jean Paul so decided to see about tickets for the theatre. The two shows I was pining…
It Gets Betterish
[The title is stolen from a wonderfully acerbic YouTube site. Pregnancy: It get’s betterish. Karaoke: It gets betterish. Drag Queen: It gets betterish.] Friday another day of sunny breaks, cloudy periods, London overcast and chilly, but never wet. James…
Tennis as Spectacle
Thursday AM I made the trek to Cricklewood to see Diana, Simon’s mum. She is still her old self in many ways, but in other ways lost in a bit of a fog. I also saw a young…
I Get High
Although it’s spelled haight (the t is silent, the Welsh is hwcyntha). And someone said fashion was dead… Wednesday. The best part of the morning was that no one knew who won the election. Oh, and it was sunny. …
That Was Then
Patsy and Edina go Shopping Given that I was going to be out of the country a whole week, Nan took it upon herself to make sure no one went hungry. She roasted a turkey, and served it with…