Hm. I’ve been invited to go with a member to an evening at the British Museum in early August. Very tempting, but it’s the week that Weeza’s baby is due, so should I be on hand here? Mind you, I’m hardly going to be useful exactly unless, possibly, the baby comes a week or two early and I’m on cookin’ & shoppin’ duty – but then she has a more than capable husband to help there too.
I could make my mind up later, but by then the price of the railway ticket will have shot up. Furthermore, I’d be available (being footloose and all that) to meet any of you lovely people who might have time to spare, and that would be jolly for me.
Thing is too, it might be the last opportunity for me to use their London flat to stay in. It’ll have to be either let or sold before long and either way it won’t be available any more, and it has been lovely to have a pied à terre in Town.
Anyone interested in buying one or two very small, but splendidly-situated flats in Islington, by the way? – well, it worked with the bricklaying.