Lakes and Sun

An amazing co-incidence that a trip to the Lake District co-incides with the hottest weekend for weeks. Sun block and daft hats in order as we celebrate the Coming of Age (40) for Martin. A reasonable amount of Grolsch (hm) and Hoegaarden (yum) consumed, together with averagish meals out in Keswick. Its the sight of the mountains though that I want - always spectcular, and always there filling my frame of vision. How on earth I am to pursuade my reluctant peers to ascend beyond the lake edge to the Fells? I would put up with the aching feet and doubtful ankle if there was a chance to get that feeling of achievement of 20 years ago. 20!

Still, very nice to come home and fuss over the children, who have no idea how much they are missed for two days. Because of this Im not being hardline about lack of decent munching of food in the sun! Let em eat icecream!

Its now still very hot so I hope Ill sleep.

London always Sucks

... the life out of me.. and the money from my pocket. Ah yes Catatonia with your east west divide thesis of deprivation. And true. Two days in London and the notes just slip away. Lucky Im not paying eh? High Point: The hotel has a clever door that serves to EITHER close the bathroom OR close off the toilet. These Holiday Inn designers are geniuses. Collossi (Collosuses?).

Daisy and I consumed beef ramen, Asahi and duck niblets. yum. And after being caught in the rain I purchased an umbrella. In fact the thrid umbrella of this trip.

I said:
"Before the night is out this umbrella will betray me", knowing that such implements hide under tables in bars when you need to leave, hoping you will forget they re there, and then sniggering when you find yourself walking down Southwark Road in the rain. But No! No! I say. This particular umbrella did not have the oppoprtunity to betray me with a metaphorical kiss. For I gripped is shiney black neck the whole night. Hmm hm. *folds arms with satisfaction*