Thursday, October 11, 2012
Three morose lads.
One minute to five.Three morose lads appear,unannounced, on the upstairs terrace. They're carrying the errant dishwasher. '' Got your dishwasher mate " the more senior one says by way of introduction.They have considerable difficulty getting the machine through the door they so easily got it out of . The talkative one doesn't know what was wrong with it or what it has cost to repair. '' I'm pretty sure someone from the office will call you tomorrow ". With that helpful thought they leave.
Our last night in London . 'The font' finds a Scandinavian fish restaurant and trills with delight . Angus is just glad that the fish is cooked. He is also glad there is a lengthy winelist. Icelandic Skyr as a dessert. The first time he's ever had rye bread as a pudding. It will also be the last.
We decide to see a late night movie . '' Go to Looper. It's a blast " texts the youngest Cost Centre. The movie is something to do with criminals travelling back in time to kill themselves. We can't help but notice that the average age of the audience is about sixteen. If the noise level is anything to go by the audience enjoys itself immensely. Perhaps they understood the finer points of time travel.
Christmas corgis for sale in Selfridges. We stop and chuckle. A picture of the Queen at the hotel check out. Good taste or bad taste ?
Clouds this morning. We may get rain.