Another trip to London, this time to meet father for joint birthday lunch. Spend train journey reading Mrs Palfrey at the Claremont and trying to ignore large group of Stag Weekenders playing drinking games with relentless hilarity.
London warm and sunny. Have long lunch at restaurant in St Pancras Station, and discuss trains, politics and New Zealand; with all the travellers, and the sunshine, and the wine, feel almost as though we could be Abroad. Young tourist asks us for directions to Camden Market; can’t imagine that either father or I look remotely like Camden Lock habitués, but am strangely flattered nonetheless.
Quick visit to British Library to commune with manuscripts of Literary Greats; for some reason find myself particularly interested in all the crossings out.
Children do not appear to have missed me at all, and house and garden look no worse for my absence. Decide that should go to London more often.