seventy-seven

London Graffiti

mother's day

 

 

 

Mother's Day was lovely. Boiled egg and soilders in bed - who could ask for more. In the week leading up to Mother's Day I often made a detour to a local shop who had run a mother's day portrait competition. The pictures always made me smile.  What smiley mummies we have herabouts. 

the hamster wheel

 

I sometimes complain that I feel like a hamster on a wheel.
Trapped in endless cycle of school runs, and shopping and cooking and laundry and cleaning and tidying.  Last night after a particularly tedious day my husband listended patiently and then said
"the hamster runs on the wheel because he likes it.  He is not trappped.  He can get off anytime and do something else."  

And so I have resolved to get off and do something else for at least part of every day even if it's only a cup of tea with a friend.  I do feel guilty when I moan because as my family point out I am the one who cares most about all these things.

 

 

City Life

Living in the city can be hardwork sometimes but there are always great things which more than make up for it.  This week I battled through rush hour on the tube to arrive at the wonderful Royal Opera House for Metamorphosis Titian 2012 . It was an amazing performance  and I left feeling renewed.

While we had been inside the city had changed utterly - the heat and noise of rush hour was gone and the dark, rain washed streets were quiet.   Wandering along The Strand pondering the journey we stopped outside Somerset House and listened to the end of the Paloma Faith concert.   I love London.