Last week saw the departure of Judi and the return of Ben to school – and of course it was St Georges Day. Our only real involvement with St George’s Day was on Sunday to deliver Ben to Wimbledon Common in the pouring rain for a Scout parade and then navigate our way to the service at the end in the shelter of the car.
The day before had been much more exciting Paul and I went off to my old school (Riddlesdown in Purley) for their 50th birthday celebrations. I expected to see lots of old chums, but instead bumped in to Aunty Alex (several times) and the only other person who had bothered to turn up from our year – Bob Cremer. Had a brief chat with Bob and promised to keep in touch by email. It was nice to see Bob and left him hoping I looked in as good a health as he did. Bob had some very sad news, but I was uplifted by his remarkable courage, gratitude and optimism.
M and I took the opportunity, whilst Ben was in Welsh Wales, to spend some time away together. Original plans for Amsterdam were scuppered by having to work late on Friday – so Brighton was the chosen venue. We found ourselves a little “boutique” hotel in the Kemp Town area called the New Steine Hotel, a charming little hotel with a sea view if you cricked your neck. After having fixed the toilet handle we ventured off into downtown Kemp Town where a local directed us to a “good value” Italian. It turned out to be pretty average but was nevertheless welcome considering the lateness of the hour.
07:30 on Saturday morning we were rudely awakened by the hotel fire alarm squawking at us continually. There followed a rapid throwing on of clothes and a run downstair to join our fellow travellers on the pavement outside. News eventually came from the hotel’s northern European management that “there was moist in ther system!”
So returned to bed for an hour or two and downstairs again for an excellent breakfast, where upon enquiring about the earlier alarm was advised that one of the guests had tried to smoke in her room and had detached the fire sensor and triggered the alarm on re-attachment.
So…off we trotted to Brighton Town centre – it all started with the Lanes. Ladies clothes shops, jewellers, nic-nac shops, I never knew there were so many shops.
Back to the hotel for a couple of hours recuperation then off to a superb restaurant, Havanna. Great food, fantastic service.
Sunday – up, breakfast and off to the Pavillion. George IV – clearly one of life’s example setting hedonists. Bizzare building – but had to be seen. Apparently leaked from the start.
A great time was had by all on Saturday evening, when John’s mates clashed with family to mark John’s last few hours in the western hemisphere. John flies out to Melbourne, Australia on Monday night. Have a great time John and don’t forget the blog.
Perhaps I should change the name of the blog to Saturday afternoons! But yesterday has got to get a mention – whatever! The early part of the day was spent at the Wallington Farmers’ Market. Thence off to view a very nice house in Carshalton Beeches – lovely house but they need to move quickly and we’re probably not ready yet. Sue’s Diner for lunch then off to StageCoach for a parents participating session. About dozen of us performed our own song and dance version of Abba’s Waterloo – all rehearsed and choreographed, tremendous fun! In the evening Melanie, Ben and I dined very pleasantly at Pizzaria Sette Bella, where Ben was given lessons in elementary Italian.