Apart from some slight faffing about in the morning, because Wink left her phone at home and so we couldn’t communicate and took a while to find each other, all went very well. We met (eventually) at Trafalgar Square – I’d got to Liverpool St Station, the bus I wanted was at the stop and I leapt straight on – I sat in the sun reading for a while, just enjoying the warmth and we had a long and rather boozy lunch. We both had the same to eat, mussels followed by sardines and a salad. Then we went to the theatre. The Pitmen Painters – if you have a chance to go, I recommend it, it’s really good.
It occurs to me to mention, our lunch says a certain amount about us. Not allergic to shellfish or iffy about such things (we both eat offal with gusto, too) and unbothered by whole lots of bones. I, and I suppose she, like eating with my fingers and I like getting stuck in to fiddly food. You see, summing up Z in a simple meal, and showing that sistership will out.
Afterwards, I had plenty of time, and it was a lovely mild evening. I walked along the Embankment, past St Pauls, along Cheapside, past the Bank of England and so to the station again. I bought some fruit to eat on the train and caught up on emails on the way home.
It was very foggy when I got back to my car, not easy to drive in. I’d phoned the Sage from Ipswich, so that he could start cooking dinner and, as I came in the door, he was walking down the passageway with a glass of wine. “Sit down, I’ll bring your dinner on a tray.”
All went rather well, actually. And thanks to Wink for a lovely belated birthday present.