Actually it was rather a nasty film, le Serpent as I reflected when I woke in the dark at six in the morning. Fortunately though, no nocturnal disturbances, and how well one sleeps in, in the morning, when there are no children and au pairs around. The spaciousness of the house is especially pleasing in the morning light.
The train and the city were full of the classes of people one sees rarely there: children and old dears. Both were accompanied by their parents. In the first case excited young children going into Mummy/Daddy's office. In the latter, elderly mums being escorted around by grown up children. Should I have been doing one or other? The need to conform is strong even in the strongest of us.
Work fab as Davinia safely off in Essex land playing with her four million designer handbags and her Boots full of foundation. So could have the wireless on and worked most diligently, until we were let go at lunch. Did feel a little down, I don't like endings.
On the streets, there were only a few tourists and Cannon Street deserted. It was rather nice to be going home in the light. Miss the children though. Even one would be enough. Am hatching plots to get one up in the fortnight they are away.
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