Thanks to a visit from the out- of- towners, Wayne and Patricia, last weekend I was able to keep on top doing London. Earlier in the week, Patricia and I decided that we wouldn't be spending all weekend in a pub as that tends to be what happens when Wayne and Patrica come to London, but would do something else, anything else.
They arrive at a respectable time --midday saturday--and we end up going to the... pub. Bah. However, It is my current pub du jour and I love, love, love it. It has a lovely open fire
and big windows (on a quiet afternoon the sun shines in and you can see all the dust dancing in the air) and huge scored farm house kitchen tables. And we only stay for a few hours before heading out to an exhibition at the V&A (victoria and albert). I have never been to the V&A and still haven't as we arrived fifteen minutes after closing. Now, some of you might say that checking the closing time might have been a smart move before leaving the lovely firey warmth of The Enterprise (my pub du jour) and taking a long bus ride, but others would say that standing outside the V&A under the cover of darkness is not a bad way to see it. It's quite grand and bit spooky given its gothic loominess and cupola.
So instead we went to Harrods. My first time. It's a bit like a very posh Honest's Eds and here's why.
It's very big, has impossible to find exits and is filled with practical AND fantastical items. We also went during a sale and the patrons were very much like Honest Ed patrons, though instead of digging frantically through bins to find the last pair of matching 10 cents socks, they were digging frantically through bins to find the last bottle of decent perfume.
