And then my life flashed before my eyes... well, almost...
I am exhausted. I am also still full from lunch. Today was, in short, superb...
This morning I went to the Bank & paid in cheques but did not have time to sort out the IMT so will have to do that on Monday. Yes. I then had to go home, rather than go on to station, because I had managed to forget my mobile phone. Evidently, people *did* used to cope without them etc, but people do tend to assume the worst when I do not answer my phone. Cannot imagine why that is. No... At Waterloo I had to buy a belt as my jeans really are too big & I did not wish to spend the rest of the day hoicking them up. Please do not laugh at me for having managed to buy a belt that is too big. Because it's not funny I tell you... (In my defence, they advise you to buy a size larger when the belt is to go round your hips. So I bought a medium. Mumph. Might need to see about having extra holes put into it or something.)
Successfully met Laura and then took her to the Giraffe for lunch. I had a raspberry bliss smoothie and veggie brunch. Mmm, brunch. Laura was hugely excited by the discovery the giraffe in her smoothie had legs. *giggles* She sounded so shocked. It was highly amusing.
Post-lunch we strolled along to the Tate Modern. We were terribly good and went and looked at things before playing on the helter-skelters. Dali's Metamorphisis of Narcissus still freaks me out completely. I am not sure what it is about that painting, but it gives me the creeps. I quite liked the surrealist film we watched and found various paintings that I was drawn to and appreciated the Water Lilies for some time, but, on the whole, the Tate Modern is not really the gallery for me... We went on one of the second floor helter-skelters. It was very very fast. And I think my stomach and I travelled separately. However, despite thinking I might be about to die, it was rather fun and I might yet go again...
After the excitement of helter-skeltering through what was once a turbine hall (incidentally, has anyone else observed how much the Tate Modern looks like the UL?) Laura and I went off and admired the outside of the Globe, peeped inside as a tour group swarmed through, and then went to have a drink and a sit-down.
Once refreshed, we walked back down the South Bank to Westminster, admiring London-ness on the way. From Westminster we walked down to horseguards, then through the park to Buckingham Palace. The Queen was at home, but we did not drop in, instead going down to Victoria, where Diet Coke was consumed. Huzzah for Diet Coke. Laura then gave me my birthday present - which is terribly intriguing & very nice of her, but means I must be good and restrained for almost a whole month - and we headed off to the tube. I left Laura when we reached Embankment, having given her clear instructions on getting to Angel (she was going to a concert) and then bopped merrily (if a little sleepily) home...
This morning I went to the Bank & paid in cheques but did not have time to sort out the IMT so will have to do that on Monday. Yes. I then had to go home, rather than go on to station, because I had managed to forget my mobile phone. Evidently, people *did* used to cope without them etc, but people do tend to assume the worst when I do not answer my phone. Cannot imagine why that is. No... At Waterloo I had to buy a belt as my jeans really are too big & I did not wish to spend the rest of the day hoicking them up. Please do not laugh at me for having managed to buy a belt that is too big. Because it's not funny I tell you... (In my defence, they advise you to buy a size larger when the belt is to go round your hips. So I bought a medium. Mumph. Might need to see about having extra holes put into it or something.)
Successfully met Laura and then took her to the Giraffe for lunch. I had a raspberry bliss smoothie and veggie brunch. Mmm, brunch. Laura was hugely excited by the discovery the giraffe in her smoothie had legs. *giggles* She sounded so shocked. It was highly amusing.
Post-lunch we strolled along to the Tate Modern. We were terribly good and went and looked at things before playing on the helter-skelters. Dali's Metamorphisis of Narcissus still freaks me out completely. I am not sure what it is about that painting, but it gives me the creeps. I quite liked the surrealist film we watched and found various paintings that I was drawn to and appreciated the Water Lilies for some time, but, on the whole, the Tate Modern is not really the gallery for me... We went on one of the second floor helter-skelters. It was very very fast. And I think my stomach and I travelled separately. However, despite thinking I might be about to die, it was rather fun and I might yet go again...
After the excitement of helter-skeltering through what was once a turbine hall (incidentally, has anyone else observed how much the Tate Modern looks like the UL?) Laura and I went off and admired the outside of the Globe, peeped inside as a tour group swarmed through, and then went to have a drink and a sit-down.
Once refreshed, we walked back down the South Bank to Westminster, admiring London-ness on the way. From Westminster we walked down to horseguards, then through the park to Buckingham Palace. The Queen was at home, but we did not drop in, instead going down to Victoria, where Diet Coke was consumed. Huzzah for Diet Coke. Laura then gave me my birthday present - which is terribly intriguing & very nice of her, but means I must be good and restrained for almost a whole month - and we headed off to the tube. I left Laura when we reached Embankment, having given her clear instructions on getting to Angel (she was going to a concert) and then bopped merrily (if a little sleepily) home...