Yesterday was an OK day, except that I get grumpy now and again.
HWMBO decided that we needed to go to the new Saatchi Gallery–watch out for that website, BTW; it seems to have a lot in common with a baboon’s rump: very colourful, moves around a lot. So, we took the 360 bus (with HWMBO’s friend visiting from Singapore) to Sloane Square.
Well, one thing that one should not do is try to get a meal around Sloane Square of a weekend, especially one around Christmas. We saw a Pizza Express and thought we were saved. But, the 6 strollers parked outside (indicating six yummy mummies with their children were eating inside) were a harbinger of a full restaurant.
We walked for 20 minutes until we got to a Stockpot restaurant. I had deep-fried mushrooms as an appetiser (they were OK), and a burger for main course (I asked for “medium” and got “grey and juiceless” instead) which was not OK. I was grumpy at having to walk for 20 minutes to get food then 20 minutes back to the Gallery.
There is a very posh farmer’s market in front of the Gallery; we could actually have eaten something there had the weather not been so cold.
The gallery is interesting: there isa an exhibition of new Chinese artists’ works, and it is quite interesting and worth a trip. But my feet and legs were starting to hurt, so I had to go home early and rest.
St. John’s Larcom Street had their late autumn concert last night, and HWMBO and I were down to tend the bar. I got myself tarted up in my gaudiest, most colourful bow tie and we sauntered along. Each year they have a fundraising concert in aid of the Friends of St. John’s (building and maintenance fund). Opera singers from a certain teacher’s students come along and sing. We had everything from The Barber of Seville to The Hippopotamus Song by Flanders and Swann. Dinner was good: pasta, eggplant/aubergines, chicken, rice, and cheesecake (if you got some…they ran out!). We made