My poor daughter is not having an easy pregnancy and we arrived in London on Thursday to find her on crutches and unable to climb stairs. Both she and the baby are fine but Tanith developed a lot of pain in her hip, which then locked so that she couldn't move. She is having the very best obstetric care and we are confident that this condition will be righted, possibly even before the birth but, for the moment her mobility is restricted. She wasn't able to go to the Guildhall to see her husband receive his three awards, so the MM accompanied him and I stayed at home with Tanith.
Here, for erp, is the little black number I would have worn! The skirt length is just above the ankle and what you can't see in the picture is that it is layered and floaty. (I don't have the vocabulary of a fashion writer, as you can see.)
The MM took my camera to the Guildhall but he inadvertantly had it set to video, so I can't post any pictures of the grand interior.
Episode 3 - Friday in the City Centre
The MM and I spent Friday in the City Centre. We visited the Sainsbury Wing of the National gallery in Trafalgar Square to see the Renaissance Siena: Art for a City exhibition, so beautifully described by D on 60goingon16. We also spent some time in the National Portrait Gallery. I was particularly interested in seeing the nineteenth century politicians, reformers and pamphleteers. Then the MM said, 'Let's take a quick wander through the twentieth century.' How could anyone resist such an invitation?
I am not sure that I like what has been done to Trafalgar Square. It wasn't looking its best, I admit: the fountain was being cleaned, there were piles of barriers left over from the celebrations earlier in the week and the low-carbon, Green house, which will grace the square for some months next year, is still under construction.
I have reservations about Thomas Schutte's sculpture on the Fourth Plinth. It is made of scaffolding and coloured glass and looks exactly like its title: Model for a Hotel 2007.
I was far more impressed by the sculpture on Horseguards' Parade, dedicated to the Women of World War 11. The many different roles women played are represented through uniforms and other symbols.
And, of course, no walk through Whitehall is complete without a picture of a Horseguard.
P.S. I forgot to say that, when we got back to Tiverton, I waited at the station with the luggage while my husband WALKED to the nearby village to collect the car. There were no wheel clamps, fines or broken windows. Only nice people live in Samford Peverell!