Very strange 24 hrs.
Was just about to go to bed on Friday when I checked my phone and found out what had happened in Paris. We lived there for 6 years, so know lots of people still there, and the places that were targeted. Added to that my eldest daughter was there last weekend and my husband left there on Friday at 2pm. All very close to home and I think the whole world is as shocked as I was.
For me Paris is a city of romance, not of terror and this picture says it all. It was just a regular day in Paris and the photo was actually of my three girls, who I’ve cropped off. It was only afterwards that I noticed the bride and groom in the background <3
Long live freedom and equality. Bring on peace.
Saturday started off with me insisting Adrian had some eye drops as his eye was all bloodshot and gross. He gave in, I found two bottles of eye drops both called something very similar, picked one and squirted it in his eye. He ran to the sink howling and starting frantically rising it out. Jenny and I both thought he was taking the mick (as is his wont). Turns out I had squirted ear drops in his eye by mistake which burned like the devil. Should've put my glasses on...Jenny googled it and apparently lots of other people don't put their glasses on either, so it was easy to find out what to do. Just 10 solid mins of rinsing it. He then dried his face, looked at me and asked how did it look. I lied and said great. He seemed disappointed til he looked in the mirror and realised he looked like Rocky. On a bad day. Oops.
There was just time to recover before we were due to head off into London, this time at night. I admit to a slight feeling of trepidation after what had happened in Paris, but pushed that horrid thought to one side and just remained vigilant. I hardly ever go into London, so twice in one week is living the life! Have to say that since we last lived here 20 odd years ago, London has improved sooooo much. It's really a cool place to go to, with something interesting around every corner. And not many grotty bits left as far as I can tell. Proud to be British!
We went to dinner at The Gaucho Bar by Tower Bridge, an Argentine restaurant. (My 50th birthday present from friends who’d lived in BA with us - the birthday that just never ends as Jenny calls it!) It was very nostalgic, with all the animal skin decor and the familiar cuts of meat. The food was delish (the lomo is a must), and I highly recommend it, not just for the food but also for the stunning view.