We three meet again
Woke up at six, dragged off to London again, buying a cup of tea from a vendor outside the station who gave me a loyalty card. Read the newspaper cover to cover. Then a tiresome day at work, being give a series of small but complex briefs, and discussing work rather than having any time to do it. Lots of time devising a strategy for kibbles only to be exasperatingly told that it was far too creative.
The evening in contrast was excellent. I hurried late to The Salisbury where I met Toby recently arrived from Canada and Mum enjoying a drink tucked into a curving seat in the old gin palace pub. Toby looking well and cheery, and Mum happy to be out in the wild and spending the day with him. Obviously much general family business to discuss: mad relatives, the doing of our Canadian family, and the airing of extreme opinions about things. Toby had a major assessment of his teaching this year, which he came through with flying colours after threatening his class with dire consequences. After a couple of sharpeners we wandered up through Chinatown into Soho, where we went to a pizza place just around the corner from The French House where we consumed large pizzas. Great to see them both, and the first time the three of us had been out together for ages: Mum and her two boys.
Then they slunk down into the tube and found my way to Victoria. Dead beat on the train, but simply fell asleep and found myself in Brighton in what seemed like no time. Lorraine and Betty also had been up in London to see The Cherry Orchard. But arrived home even later than me, past midnight.
Woke up at six, dragged off to London again, buying a cup of tea from a vendor outside the station who gave me a loyalty card. Read the newspaper cover to cover. Then a tiresome day at work, being give a series of small but complex briefs, and discussing work rather than having any time to do it. Lots of time devising a strategy for kibbles only to be exasperatingly told that it was far too creative.
The evening in contrast was excellent. I hurried late to The Salisbury where I met Toby recently arrived from Canada and Mum enjoying a drink tucked into a curving seat in the old gin palace pub. Toby looking well and cheery, and Mum happy to be out in the wild and spending the day with him. Obviously much general family business to discuss: mad relatives, the doing of our Canadian family, and the airing of extreme opinions about things. Toby had a major assessment of his teaching this year, which he came through with flying colours after threatening his class with dire consequences. After a couple of sharpeners we wandered up through Chinatown into Soho, where we went to a pizza place just around the corner from The French House where we consumed large pizzas. Great to see them both, and the first time the three of us had been out together for ages: Mum and her two boys.
Then they slunk down into the tube and found my way to Victoria. Dead beat on the train, but simply fell asleep and found myself in Brighton in what seemed like no time. Lorraine and Betty also had been up in London to see The Cherry Orchard. But arrived home even later than me, past midnight.
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