Thirty years ago today I got married. Wise men will tell you I never did anything better and have done nothing wiser since. So today is our pearl anniversary. So you see what I've done with the title of this entry - clever eh?
Sharon and I are staying at one of the London outposts of our property empire - well Rachel's flat. She is at Glastonbury but doesn't live here any longer anyway - it's complicated.
Daughter number one is not at Glastonbury so has been chaperoning her old parents, mostly from pub to pub. Yet again I have to praise all that London has to offer, though cheap it ain't
So what have we done? Friday night, Sharon and I had a satisfactory meal at the local pub, the Edinboro Castle (yes that's how they spell it) - decent chicken caesar salad and fairly priced prosecco. We were back there yesterday with Helen for a very agreeable lunch - fish and chips since you ask, washed down with three pints of Ubu. In between those two visits we had taken a more upmarket excursion on the Saturday morning to mark Helen's birthday. We brunched at the Gilbert Scott restaurant in the magnificent refurbished St Pancras station hotel. Excellent service and very good food at a predictably elevated price. The Ridgeview English sparkling wine worked very well with my haddock omelette. Rather less pricey was a nostalgic visit later that afternoon to the Zetland in South Kensington - my local when a student three decades ago. It wasn't all eating and drinking, we fitted in the Victoria and Albert Museum as well. I'm ashamed to admit that I had never been in there before despite having lived in a flat directly opposite for my final two years at King's.
So all in all, having a lovely time. Theatre tonight. Review to follow.
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