Time can't afford no time. Can't afford the rhyme. Nevermind, someday maybe boy meets girl (Favourite Shirts (Boy meets Girl) - Haircut 100)

You have to love the lyrics to these songs.  Basic but brilliant and just listen to those guitars and look at those jumpers.  But for me it is all about the saxophone.  It's always about the saxophone.  Fantastic.  As always, enjoy.

Saturday:  Andy and I are feeling like Mummy and Daddy ....... from hell.  He keeps swearing and almost died when poor old Larni left the light on in the kitchen.  Talk about stereotypical gendered roles. It is so funny.  We went out and went up to Camden Market.  Now don't get me wrong, Camden is OK once, in your lifetime.  However, most people want to visit it when they are here and it is just tourist city.  Camden used to be a cool place back in the early 80's. I know this because I used to go. Now, however, it is just full on.  Don't get me wrong parts of it are still OK but I would not chose to visit this village.  

We then went to Covent Garden to pickup our tickets to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.  Larni did not know she was going.  It was my treat. However, what I failed to think about was the fact that it was the matinee performance and it was full of bloody kids.  Now, I do not mind children but I do mind when they are insistent on talking all the way through the performance with parents not even telling them to be quiet but actually joining in on the conversation.  I thought at one point Andy was going to have a stroke. Me, being a 'parent' had the ability to blank it out.  However, the show was totally amazing.  I loved it. It was so, so good.  New songs; same story but oh so magical.  Then at the end, the very last song, the curve ball that I never saw coming ......Pure Imagination, the song from the film.  That was it. I had 'struggled' but managed to watch the show with the thought running through my head that Meg would love this.  She loved the film and Roald Dahl was her favourite: Matilda, The Twits, BFG, The Witches and Charlie, we used to watch the lot. Snuggled up on the sofa.  So when they sang this song that was it.  I cried.  I miss her so much.  I think it was these lyrics that hit me:  

If you want to view paradise

Simply look around and view it

Anything you want to, do it

Want to change the world?

There's nothing to it

There is no

Life I know

To compare with pure imagination

Living there

You'll be free

If you truly wish to be

If you want to see magic lands

Close your eyes and you will see one

Want to be a dreamer, be one

Anytime you please and please save me one

Such a good show and I would love to go and see it again, so if anyone is coming to London and wants to see it, give me a shout.  So here is the video of the song for those of you who do not know what I am going on about.

Meltdown over, we walked up to Soho and grabbed something to eat in a rather nice Italian restaurant.  Then we walked down to Trafalgar Square, down Whitehall, past Big Ben, over Westminster Bridge, past the London Eye and down onto the Southbank. The place is crawling with tourists.  We walked down to the Tate Modern and Andy and I needed a drink and then we realised that Mummy and Daddy cannot just sneak off the pub with a minor in toe!  Single life my friends, single life.  We found a bar and sat outside and Larni had a diet coke and Andy and I had gin! We walked home and back to the flat.

Our neighbours downstairs were having a party and had actually put a note through our door this time to tell us this (they do not normally) so it was rather noisy but they went out at 23:00 to party on and I went to bed.  Today I walked 23,000 steps - 9.5 miles.  I was tired.

Sunday:  Up and went back to bed with a cup of tea and my breakfast.  It was Sunday!  Larni and I went out and made our way up to Spitalfields and grabbed some street food and then walked up Brick Lane and up to Shoreditch High Street and stopped for coffee at Old Street at Shoreditch Grind - such good coffee. I really love it this end of town as there is always so much going on. You can feel the energy.

It was soon time to make our way up to Euston and we stopped off at the British Library's garden.  I have never been here before and I will have to go back and take a good look.  However, two photos from here.  One is of Newton which I thought was a rather cool statue; the other shoes St Pancreas Hotel peeping out over the British Library building.  We made our way up to the station and waited for the train to come in.  It still feels so strange being at Euston.  I can remember waiting there for JF to arrive from Stoke and then me leaving there to go to Stoke. Now, I cannot wait to leave the place.  I am always fearful that I will bump into someone there.  Sad but true.


Back to my little flat and my little life.  Andy and I have decided that we do not want children; obviously not together!  Young people are OK but small children do not suit our lifestyle anymore.  It is funny as I really do not recognise myself some days.  Funny old thing life.

As always, enjoy x