Like I need an excuse to go to London. Like I need a reason to search the national rail website to find all the cheap train tickets, like I can persuade my Mother to come with me.
The answers – yes to all of the above.
I was invited for a debriefing session, so havign finally found reasonably priced tickets, and got Dad to agree to take us, we set off on our London adventure on the 10:15. Two hours later – well London is HOT. Like 30 degrees and the tube is just stinky and vile, but as I’ve no clue how to get to the Embassy from Euston on the bus, so it had to be the tube to High Street Kensington.
We had a little shop browsing time – Whole Foods and M&S, then I left Mum to browse or hunt for Waterstones, while I went to my meeting. Okay – the one and only mistake – I go to the consular entrance, and discover they are actually expecting me at the front door. So I trot round there, then despite the fact that the copper on the gate had checked my ID – the embassy security had to double check it!
Debriefing meeting – well we talked about the programme, the good points and the bad points, who I though was a good speaker, who was relevant and so on. I was in there an hour and didn’t realise. On the plus side – blog = hit, so I’m still writing. And when it comes to Limmud next year (David, are you reading????) they said to let them know as soon as we had a date and they would be able to get us someone to come on up.
After that – well Mum and I took a walk through the park, past Kensington Palace (No sign of Wills & Kate!) and past all the other embassies on our way to Notting Hill station to go see what exactly is so good about Westfield. And I have to admit the place is impressive. Big, a designer area – no proces on display which meant that breathing was all I could afford. Once through there it was normal high street shops, fun to browse in, but we were a pair of frustrated shoppers – I tried stuff on, but nothing was right.
Met kid brother for dinner – we went to an Italian that did some really amazing smoked salmon pasta, then, all too soon we had to head back to Euston and the train home.