Isn’t London supposed to be rainy? It’s not. It used to be. I remember coming here and having days on end of rain. But we’ve been here two weeks and I’ve yet to get wet! In the months leading up to our trip I’d turn on my rain app and fantasize about a day where it poured rain and we couldn’t leave the flat. All we’d do is eat chocolate and watch movies. But it’s too damn nice out for that.
The dilemma of the day is whether or not to go to Parliament this afternoon for the demonstration against the Draconian budget cuts. The dilemma isn’t about whether to go, it’s a question of getting there and back since a tube strike starts today and, according to the Guardian, it will be a commuter nightmare.
We’re “settling” in, whatever that means. I’ve even been writing a bit. We’ve also entertained, having friends in for dinner on Friday and Saturday nights. On Sunday we were invited to lunch at the home of some new friends who live in Hampstead. As lucky would have it, Hampstead was having a street fair. Jim hadn’t been to Hampstead before so he got to see a piece of London he hadn’t seen before. Hampstead is gorgeous. Go green and leafy and, surprisingly whiter than the rest of London. We didn’t get a chance to walk the Heath, but plan to go back and explore some more.
I spent most of yesterday shuttling back and forth to Chelsea having lunch with Sadie and later theatre and dinner with Jim. Whenever Sadie and I lunch we see a “celebrity.” Yesterday it was Bob Geldorf, whose portrait I’d seen in the Portrait Gallery only the day before. I haven’t seen a photo of him probably in decades before this week and suddenly there was a mass of white hair in the portrait and, it turns out, in person. Last week we saw (Sir) Tom Courtenay, the brilliant actor, at the Wolseley.
Jim and I saw a good new play last night, “Hang”, with Marianne Jean-Baptiste who was absolutely remarkable. The play was utterly compelling, but we were both disappointed in the ending. It’s so hard to write a great play. But I loved that the writer-director, took a chance and did something unconventional. The theatre scene is limited in the summer. We’re waiting for the Camden Fringe to begin in a few weeks and in the meanwhile are going with Jay and Mike next week to the National Theatre.
The dogs are eating MASSIVE amounts of food. It must be all the walking. They’re eating twice what they ate in LA. I could say the same for me, but it’s really drinking. I’m going to have to go into Prosecco rehab on my return.