Legends from our own lunchtimes

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

We had decided that arriving in London before the shops were open would be a good thing, as it would allow the reunited sisters to belt around like mad things catching up on a few years of separation while we could simply spend another relaxing day in the company of Miss Lilly.

In coming to that conclusion we probably hadn't taken into account that after a long day of exploration we'd have to leave our hotel at a terribly indecent hour, in darkness during a heavy storm, and by the time we'd travelled as sub-sonic speeds for a couple of hours, we'd feel as though we'd been travelling for a week.

For reasons that seem difficult to explain even with the benefit of hindsight, with Miss Lily dressed in her English finery with her new Guard bear we diverged from our plan.

For reasons inexplicable except that it seemed like a good idea at the time, we accompanied the intervening generation across Hyde Park, past the Serpentine and the Albert Hall, past the Princess Di fountain onto double decker buses into the City itself, around Fleet Street and Covent Garden, through pubs that had last been renovated in the seventeenth century, past cathedrals and towers and spires, via most of the places on the monopoly board.

I'm glad Shelley had decided there was no point in trying to take them to see everything on the first day.


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