|Wild At Heart florists in Notting Hill|
But back to the beginning.
|We flew into the City airport, you have to try it sometimes, you land spookily close to the buildings.|
|Embankment. By this time we had heard all about the cabdriver's three operations in quite some detail|
There was no real time for shopping, it was just a short day in London and I already had my new outfit from Santiago in Spain. I could not face three days in Santiago and one in London in my walking shorts and anyway this one outfit from Massimo Dutti cost less than what the hotel charged to wash our clothes. True story! (why do they insist on ironing everything dry, even the underwear?)
Anyway I can justify anything. Massimo Dutti is that very classic Spanish look for medium prices. I thought I had struck gold until I saw a huge MD store in London and loads of other people walking around in my outfit.
Have been very happy with the outfit, it keeps on giving and plays nicely with the rest of your clothes. I was tempted by some over-the-knee suede boots but Kevin sceptical - what do you think ...over-the-knee okay or mutton/lamb?
|My hairdresser Karen always says when you get to a big city always have a blow out - and I did. It feels very unnecessary and decadent but it worked miracles for the two inches of grey. Weird selfie expression sorry|
There were other new stores in Notting Hill, ones with pretty meats and apples with gold cores
|I love stinky cheeses don't you?|
And wire monkeys for sale
Loads of pretty people serving and bespecled people eating...
And loadsa dogs and loadsa kids. Actually that's one of the things that drove us from London. When we left 12 years ago there was dog poop everywhere. Not this time. Progress.
We saw our old rental flat BK (Before Kids) and it was still the same. It used to be an old convent. And then you do that tortuous thing where you think about what the owner offered to sell it for, and the genius realtor friend that told us it was way overpriced and the idiots who believed him (us). Coulda shoulda woulda...is that the order?
And then we went to see the subterranean flat we eventually did buy - literally it was under the street. All day you looked up at people's feet and our kitchen was an old coal skuttle. Some friends of ours - top surgeons - lived even lower down, you could not even see the footpath from their living room and one of their kids slept in a little cubby cave under the stairs. Middle class squalor they called it back then.
Is there any other model in London except for Cara and her archy eyebrows? She was on every billboard I saw.
What do you think of London these days? I know Samuel Johnson said: "You find no man, at all intellectual, who is willing to leave London. No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford." I felt a bit weary walking through this time. Guess you can view apples with the golden cores but you don't need to buy them. And let's face it - after War and Peace in the next hotel room I was lucky to be still alive.