The long weekend

The weekend was a Saturday of teaching an au Pair how to catch a bus and how to get to get to Kingston and back. Then on Sunday we went to the Science museum, Piccadilly, Leicester Square and Trafalgar Square where we sat done with about 1000 other people and watched the Olympics handover from China to London on a big screen out in the sunshine. It was brilliant.

National pride and all that – just brilliant.

Then we went home on the tube – longer than the train which would have been my preference. Cooked supper ( I taught her to cook cottage pie) and make crunchies.

Monday was a braai with friends, and Donovan came over. I’ve not seen him for over 31 years which Is weird. We got on like a house on fire, and he stayed till about 9pm. We really just chatted a lot. He’s done really well, and really badly a few times In his life, which Is just like his Dad, but his Dad was a bit more dishonest I think. Donny doesn’t seem that sort to me.

Today the cupboard for the au-pair is being delivered, and the kids should get a chest of drawers then which will help with the hopeless clothing Issues we have on the floor. The kids are still living out of suitcases, and my bedroom Is full of clothes and things, but when I get home I don’t feel like doing anything more to tell you the truth.

It’s the lazy London Issue I knew from before. Long days, collapse at the end.