Mum and Dad were here over the weekend. It snowed. I had promised Mum that the Magnolias would be in full bloom and Dad we were taking a long walk with Ziggy, instead we were huddled up in the warmth trying to get away from the snow that kept pouring down.
We had a pretty awesome time anyway.
On Friday we went to the Havelock and had dinner. Dad had an updated version of the Pappa’s guffe – sausage with baked beans. That made him feel safe.
We also had desserts. These look good, they werent.
On Saturday we went to Tate Britain to see the pre raphaelites. They were on tour, we got to see this crucified Mc Donals burger instead. Same shit.
After this riveting cultural experience Dad wanted to go to Fortnum and Mason so we did. Mum and me ate Macarons, Ol and Dad didnt get any. Sometimes you win being a girl.
After this we went to the gay haven of soho and Balans and ate Eggs Benedict. It was the only thing my mum wanted to eat so we obliged.
On Sunday the left snowy London and I took Ol to Westfield for some hard core shopping. He tried to hide in the practical outdoorsy shop, I made him get fashion. It took a lot of coaxing but eventually he bought jeans, chinos, t-shirts and swimming trunks. Win.
In the evening Miranda came over with a home made dark chocolate banana cake. Yum!
I had to do something to say thanks so I made the perfect amount of popcorn.
We also watched End of the Watch – a surprisingly good cop movie about LAPD. Jake Gyllenhaal was good and me, who dont particularly like cop movies, found myself really engaged in the story. It was simply put a really good movie.
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