Well, it’s a wrap: Easter long weekend is coming to a close today.
Sadly, the Easter Bunny was terribly negligent this year, and didn’t think to bring me my yearly allotment of jelly beans and chocolate eggs (remember we used to call them chocolate footballs? I still do, but only with people who understand me).
Kind of annoyed about that, to be honest. Easter Bunny, you let me down.
Aside from that little glitch though, we had a good weekend.
We saw flowers blooming in Regents Park.
Saturday night, we went to the theatre, to see Angela Lansbury as Madame Arquati in Blithe Spirit. The audience wouldn’t let her walk on or off the stage without giving applause measuring at least 8.3 on the Richter scale. We’re just wild about Angela (who, by the way is 88 years old, and I bet wears pink whenever she bloody well wants)!
Sunday was raining but that didn’t stop us from going to the Victoria and Albert Museum. Remember, we went there last year? I could go there every day and never be bored.
Moving on to the classical statues in the centre of the museum, there was much to look at.
I can’t not go to the V & A without looking at the Fashion section.
On our way home, I made Lars stop at the Brompton Oratory, to take a look at the Dead Letter Drop, where spies like Kim Philby used to leave cassettes or papers, for their handlers.
Right next door is another church, with a statue of St Francis of Assissi in its garden. Right beside Francis is a large tree, which was also used as a secret drop for spies. God, I love this stuff.
And today, the final day of our 4 day weekend? I’m getting on a plane to Vancouver in a few hours. I’ll spend the night in town and then drive up to Whistler where I’ll meet you and Rachel (and okay, Bucky, too) for 9 days of
riotous fun diligent work, sorting out the Irving family archives.
Of course, you know this already, so why am I telling you?
See you soon,