LXIX: London 2013 (Part I)

Not the Fossil bag. This is the carry-on.

I would attempt to describe her to you so you might find us, but she's gone and changed her hair colour again and now it is (mostly) normal looking, which means I cannot say, "Look for the blue and pink and purple" because it's more strawberry with white blonde streaks.

If she happens to wear her sandals, however, you will be able to spot her one toe:

We will most likely be in her bag. It is brown leather, piped in black (so it goes with everything), made by Fossil. She only lets us out (a) if the weather is good, and (b) for photographs. Find us if you can.

We are staying at The Savoy, but there are other places to look as well: the London Eye on Monday evening, a Pompeii exhibit at the British Museum on Tuesday afternoon, Petrus on Tuesday night, The Globe on Wednesday afternoon, tea at Apsleys Thursday, dinner at The Dorchester on Friday . . . In other words, very busy. And these are only the firmly scheduled activities; we might end up anywhere on any other day or time. Highgate again, almost certainly. Sigh.


LXVIII: The Two Towers (Part I)

She is building Tower Bridge. Using LEGOs.

Doesn't look like much yet.

Could be anything really; who can tell?

A trap? We test it on Jim. Unfortunately, nothing happens.

When it's done, it will look like:

Well, all right, probably more like:

(Yes, John, it comes with a "cute little bus and everything.")

I shall monitor the progress, which is suspended for the moment as we prepare for our trip. That bridge will look like:

Or, depending on the weather, perhaps just:


LXVII: This Again

Yesterday we went and did this again:

Only this time I was determined not to be the only one roped into it.

There were four musical acts instead of the usual three. We waited near the stage for the first act to be announced. (They're always a mystery until the moment of reveal, which I'll admit is rather fun. If you like that kind of thing. Which I do.)

She's waiting. We're in her bag.
Turned out the first singer was someone named Demi Lovato. As youngsters flooded the field, we retreated.

Second act was better, and we watched from a safe vantage point.

We've seen them twice before, will see them again in August, but . . .

Then came something or someone named Pitbull?

And finally, as the last act (called Nickelback) took the stage, we went for snacks of one kind . . .

And another . . .

She looks better without the hat.
I thought perhaps with John there, I'd avoid it this year . . .

Remember last year?
Alas, no.

Misery loves company?
(Yes, John, I realize you were far from miserable.)