Thanks for popping in.
Up with the skylark this morning. Thought I’d come in here and wish you a lovely weekend. I hope that you are enjoying the run up to Christmas, and not stressing?
Taking it one day at a time here. The gifts are mostly wrapped, although I did run out of gift-tags and really ought to remedy that asap, before the Chanel Mademoiselle goes to Harry and the Splash it on goes to Sally! I know. I should make them. Yes, yes, yes. I should also make and write at least 100 Christmas cards. Ask me whether that happened this year…sorry. With all the best intentions, the necessary time just never presented itself. I did sit and write a few whilst sitting in the hospital waiting room the other day. Tell you what though. If you’re feeling a bit overwhelmed by all the Christmas preparations, if anxiety around the turkey dinner is mounting, take yourself off to a hospital waiting room near you, and just watch. Watch the people coming and going. Watch the suffering and pain. Watch your “there for the grace of Gods”. It right-sizes my stuff very VERY quickly every time.
Many thanks for all the lovely Christmas wishes which have been dropping on the mat! Let’s have a gallery in the New Year and enjoy some of the glorious artwork. The house is full of wonderful Clarity artwork made by our extended family. Well, that’s how I see it anyway.
So what have I packed into today for our lovely young visitors from New York? Well, how a day trip to London ?!?!? I know. Don’t say it. The Saturday before Christmas ?!?!? WMBM!!! However…
This is the only day that we can show Grace‘s Mark the sights. He hasn’t been to London, except to a swanky wedding lunch on the 35th floor of the Shard when we got married. Also, I secured tickets months ago for a very special performance, which we are all über-excited about! Ian Mckellen on Stage at the Harold Pinter Theatre. We all agree that the London hoards are worth battling through to get to spend an evening with this particular gentleman. Been counting the days. I’m getting emotional just telling you about it! Not to be missed. Probably won’t come by this way again in my lifetime – or his.
So yeah. Carpe Diem and all that. Early train. SO MUCH TO DO!! Southbank market, Borough market, Breakfast in the Crypt at St Martins in the Field. Christmas Market at Trafalgar Square. On to the V&A. South Ken.
Grace wants to people watch the ice-skaters outside the Natural History Museum. Maybe the young’ns can have a session on the ice. She is very good. I remember when they were teenagers and the then much smaller Clarity team had a Christmas outing. One of the surprises was that I had booked us all onto the ice rink at the Natural History Museum. While Dave and I clambered round, hanging on to the edge for dear life, Grace and Mark flew up the middle, forwards, backwards, doing pirouettes – the works. Like proper ice skaters. And I remember getting resentful. This was where my head took me: “ typical. I get to be the school taxi. I get to do the donkey work all year round. Working every weekend, cracking the whip about homework bla bla bla. Then they swan off to see Disneyland Dad in California, and he takes them skiing, snowboarding, ice-skating. blablabla. ”
As Grace flew past me backwards on one leg, laughing and waving, “I called “Wow! Where did you learn to skate like that, Grace? California? Dad?”
And her response?
“Hempstead Valley, Grandad!”
When I worked on my stall at Hempstead Valley in Gillingham every Sunday, my parents would take the kids off my hands. It seems Dad took them to the local ice rink a lot. Which just goes to show, most of what my head tells me is total shit. Hahaha.
I think we may avoid Harrods and Fortnum & Mason today! Early reservation at the Zedel Brasserie near the Theatre. And then – Ian, we’ll be early. Because to be late on such an auspicious occasion would just be wrong. And they wouldn’t let us in!
Have a great day too! Make it count. We sure will.
Love & Hugs,