Sunday, November 16, 2014
London is wet. Very wet. The hotel full. The view from our room less than edifying.
On Oxford Street the Christmas lights are blazing merrily away. Around the Swedish Embassy all the shops are selling Glogg and those festive little red horses the Swedes like to decorate with. ' The Font ' finds a store that will pack your shopping in a large cardboard box and ship it back for you. Angus thinks this money well spent.
On New Quebec Street the fishmonger doesn't think the French eat Lemon Sole . Plaice and Dover sole have Spanish, French and Portuguese translations. Lemon Sole seems untranslatable.
The surgeon, the anaesthetist, the ladies who fill out the forms ( when did going into hospital become such a marathon of form filling ? ) and the nursing staff all delightful. A kind and professional experience. Amazingly no pain.
In an hour Bob and the family diva will be collected from the kennels.