Babysitting
I was never a baby person. Babies and I never mixed. They didn’t like me and the feeling was sort of mutual. With Kavitha I didn’t have a choice. Everything Continue Reading →
Tag: London
Romeo and Juliet – The ballet
O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo On Wednesday I suddenly remembered that I had two discounted vouchers for afternoon tea at a nearby restaurant. When I found it, I Continue Reading →
World athletics championships, Mo Farah and Usain Bolt
Last year sometime I get a message from Kavitha telling me that the world athletics championships are coming to London at the Olympics venue and that I should register and Continue Reading →
National Gallery – summer party continued
I walk down the hall looking for my next painting. The central hall is converted into a bar. The nibbles are free, but I don’t have time to stop. There Continue Reading →
National Gallery – members summer party
‘When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life’ and so said Dr Samuel Jackson. It is Wednesday and I have a ticket to attend the National Continue Reading →
Lakshmi’s first admirer
It’s Kavitha’s and Huw’s wedding anniversary weekend and they’ve decided to go away and I am on babysitting duties. The day passes by without much to write. In the evening Continue Reading →
Friends and lunch in church crypts
The forecast was for rain, but luckily it changed. A perfect day to meet up with friends and have a lazy day. Before that, a quick stop at The Royal Continue Reading →
Trip to India
Once again we wake up to bad news. Another attack in North London. It seems like bad luck has descended upon Londoners and I wonder when the run of misfortunes Continue Reading →
Retiring friends
Another day in Oxford Circus and another afternoon to spent at leisure. This time I am meeting up with a friend and going out for a late lunch. Indira lives Continue Reading →
Manchester attacks
Another glorious day and I’m on my way to London for an appointment. Most people are minding their businesses with their heads buried in their phones. I make a passing Continue Reading →
