The family holiday is missing a person as Somebody has lost their passport. (it’s not me) Spent a frantic two days searching every inch of Dan’s bedroom but nothing found. I cried.
This little Victorian girl reminds me of Mary Lennox when she first came to Misselthwaite Manor…The Secret Garden.
Woke up at 430 this morning with trapped nerve in back. 7 hours in A&E – morphine, co-codomol, anti-inflammatorys. Still painful. Osteopath this afternoon. Interview for a job I really really want this evening. Let’s hope they want a Nanny off her head on painkillers clutching one arm. If anybody can fish this bloody nerve out of my body please call.
Think I might have put a little too much bubble bath in!
The hotel had choice of Asian. Lebanese or English breakfast buffets – I had a mixture of all three! Rice and dhal, pitta, hummus, couscous and fava beans and a hash brown. It was far nicer than the full English.
Kensal Green Cemetery is fascinating – could spend hours in there. Oh, we just did.Now for a pint to celebrate being alive. — with Philip Burke at The Masons Arms NW10.
back to the tedium of everyday life tomorrow- but here is a view from Primrose Hill to mark the end of our stay