Now get this, London calling, yes, I was there, tooAnd you know what they said? Well, some of it was trueLondon calling at the top of the dialAnd after all this, won’t you give me a smile?London CallingTHE CLASH
London called, and so we went. We were definitely smiling.
At Oliver Tambo Photogirl and I made a conscious decision to step out of our mom uniforms. The kiddos were going to be just fine. An army of friends, mothers themselves, stood ready to hold down the fort determined that we should have nothing to worry about, and our husbands, able and capable had released us with blessing.
We had less than 48 hours to spend in London. We had a plan (read we had Google mapped our shopping intentions). There would not be a moment to spare; we were to use our time very well. And then, a small delay in our hotel check-in started the ball rolling on a day that we could never have dreamed up or planned for.
We had been in London less than three hours. We had found the nearest Starbucks, not only great for coffee and lemon poppy seed muffins, but also for free Wi-Fi. We were across the park from Buckingham palace and had an hour to spare before we could have a shower. We decided to use the time to visit the Queen’s house and maybe take some photies for our girls. Only, on that particular morning, Great Britain was opening Parliament. So we saw Your Majesty. In real life. In her carriage. With her crown.
And then, because this trip was covered by favour, we received a text from Thomas’s mom to say that she had secured a reservation for us for that very evening at Dinner. We stopped eating immediately.
I would like to think that when we walked through the doors of Dinner Restaurant in the Mandarin Oriental Hotel at 830pm, that we were a picture of detached grace and elegance. But then a mere arm’s length away, we saw Ashton Kutcher. And Mila Kunis. And Princess Beatrice. And the guy she was with. And we bumped into each other and giggled which is quite a feat when you are finding it hard to breathe.
Now, I am not a restaurant reviewer by any stretch of the imagination, so I will simply say this; from the first sip of Moët en Chandon, the experience of having dined at Heston’s table was surreal and wonderful and amazing and lovely and glamorous and definitely something that I personally will remember forever.
After dinner Photogirl and I swept down the red carpeted stairs of the hotel, all bon vivant, and realized that we had to ask the doorman if the tube was still running. Bet Ashton Kutcher never has to do that.
The next morning we had a few hours to spare before we had to make our way to Gatwick to catch our flight to Dublin, Ireland for From Plate to Page. We used the time to visit Borough Market, and I have every intention of moving to London and living next door to it.
We also had hot-dogs at Jamie Olivier’s Diner Dogs, and took selfies on London Bridge. As you do.
We also squeezed in one or two touristy things like M & M world and Hamley’s. We ate the best ham and cheese toasties from Pret and kept red velvet cupcakes from The Hummingbird Bakery to eat on the plane.
Yeah we ate an awful lot but we also walked our feet sore, so we think things got properly balanced out. Nothing quite as awful as someone else’s holiday pictures, eh?
Have a great weekend friends. If you are in the Cape like us, its going to be another cold one.
Huddle, cuddle and laugh with your favourite.