|In Memoriam I by Dame Elisabeth Frink - temporarily in St James's Square|
I have a confession to make. Yesterday I did not in fact encounter Mr and Mrs Trump in Green Park, London. The meeting was merely a figment of my over-fertile imagination. Please accept my apologies if you found yourself deceived by this fantasy. I should further like to apologise to any God-fearing American patriots who were in any way offended by the ramblings of this no-good limey rabble-rouser.
But my friends, I swear I was in London. Clint took us down on Sunday morning with me at the controls. The visit was mostly connected with 60th birthday treats arranged by our beloved daughter for her beloved mother. On Monday, they went for afternoon tea in The Ritz and later they went on to the O2 Arena - once known as The Millennium Dome - to see Hugh Jackman in ""The Man. The Music. The Show."
On Sunday afternoon we ventured to Clapham where our son Ian is now based He has lived in several houses in London and this is just the latest - near Battersea Arts Centre. It's a beautiful, modern townhouse with a subterranean kitchen and a rooftop terrace. They are the first tenants. The rent must be astronomical but I didn't ask.
|Ian with his Mama|
We ate a vegan lunch up on the roof and delicious it was too. Ian makes great vegan food like a musician playing a symphony. It has become instinctive. He has been really busy recently working on the third "Bosh!" cookbook but we were quite taken aback when he told us he had been in hospital on Saturday and had travelled there by ambulance.
He'd had worrying chest pains but fortunately perhaps - they were not connected with his heart. They seem to have arisen because of muscular or tendon issues caused by physical strain. This may have happened when he was dancing at a wedding on Friday or he may have done it by overusing the gymnastic rings that he has hanging from the kitchen staircase in the new house.
Anyway, Shirley and I are back in Sheffield now after a trouble-free drive up the A1 - sometimes known as The Great North Road. She wanted to visit a vast superstore near Grantham called "Downtown" as she continues her hunt for the perfect mother-of-the-bride outfit.
|Farnese Hercules in The Royal Academy|
It is a 1790 plaster cast of the original classical carving which
is in The National Archaeological Museum in Naples, Italy.