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Sunday, 3 July 2011

The Music Lesson.

Never let it be said that Fhina doesn't listen - Hope the colours are gentler on the eyes, darling Suldog?   Mwah!

And so, on the morning I was due to travel to London with GJ, my ball and chain, he announced that his ankle had swollen to the size of a Christmas pudding and he would not be able to come with me.   Instead, he summoned the Kraken who awoke, and my nineteen year old son, Grizz, was press-ganged into accompanying me.

Cue half an hour of door slamming and furniture being kicked and lots of grizzling (yes, his nickname isn’t Grizz for nothing….)   (He has a friend whose name is Chaos – I should have known, really…)

Thankfully, by the time we had settled into our First Class train seats, for (GJ had upgraded our tickets as a redundancy treat for me!), and were tucking into some breakfast, Grizz had settled to the idea of travelling south with his ancient crone of a mother to a music festival in the Park.

By the time we got to London, I had realised that  1) the European Grand Prix was due to be on TV this weekend, and  2)  GJ might have been afraid to leave his new (second-hand) motorbike (curse E-bay!) on its own in the garage for three days…   Still, we reached our hotel safely, unpacked and set out onto London’s scorching streets in search of entertainment.  

We headed towards Leicester Square which, like most of London at the moment, appears to be clad in wooden fencing and polythene, while Boris the Mad continues his prettification of the City for next year’s Olympics!

Moments later we were sweltering in Covent Garden, shopping until we dropped for some bits and pieces of clothes and fripperies I owed Grizz from last Christmas (when I was terrified about my future and the money situation and literally proferred an IOU).  

Basically, I had plans to give Grizz his idea of a trip to London, rather than my own – I had been keen to visit artist Frederick Lord Leighton’s home!   Well satisfied and boiling hot, we stopped off for a sherbet drink in the Lyric Pub off Piccadilly/Soho which was very sweet and old and friendly – I really could imagine the women who would have swept up and down the narrow, rickety staircase over the years in their skirts…
Suitably refreshed, we pressed on looking for shoes – Now Grizz is not a man after my own heart, he does not resemble his mother when it comes to shoes – Each shoe is carefully weighed in his hands and severely critiqued – A ‘slightly askew’ or ‘not the right colour’ bit of piping is cast firmly aside and on we continued in search of the Unicorn of Shoes.   In Fhina’s case, on the other hand, it’s more a question of ‘if the shoe fits…’

Finally, (sans shoes), on Saturday evening we ended up in Brown’s in Covent Garden which provides reliable and perfectly serviceable food and drink for prices that don’t startle the horses. 

In fact, Grizz could hardly believe that we had eaten and drank till we were stuffed, (and, in the case of a six foot five male teenager, that’s saying something!), for less than 30 quid!

We had passed The Ivy earlier, and I’m sure you can’t say the same about that restaurant, although I ticked a box in my head to put it aside for another day’s visit, as the prices there weren’t as unreasonable as I expected and I was curious about the Art Deco stained glass and design of the outside of the restaurant…

7 comments:

carma said...

that was sweet of Grizz to join you despite you having to practically tie him up - it does seem like it was a fun day though!!

libby said...

Mother and son time...so sweet when it happens!..and thanks for the tips...I am off to London for a weekend soon and might visit the lyric and browns.....went to the ivy years ago and only remember sitting next to John Hurt..nothing about the place itself...what can I say..I was young and impressionable...

thepowmill said...

Once they are there, teen boys usually fall into the spirit of the moment . Yeah right ! Only if there is potential for personal gain as part of the package...material gain specifically ... even if they can't find what they like . Although , I believe it's a ploy to window shop and snoop around without losing face at being with Mum.

Moannie said...

Sounds fab. and you so deserve some good times. Gotta love the Grizz.

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Good stuff, Families, thats what life is about, not money or fame.

Helga! said...

The best thing is just to spend time with your boy! that,I suppose becomes rarer as he gets older!
x

Suldog said...

MUCH easier on the eyes, m'love. Thanks! And sounds like a grand fun time!

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