Oh to be here.
In the city for a few weeks and a niece that just had twins. Surgeon she is and and high up enough to be able to pay enough rent to see almost all the way to the sea. Husband that paints things but no matter.
But London. The main thing, that and baby feeding and holding. A long time ago but remembered. Mini skirts that looked ancient but all that having come back. The clothing shops just as chic and the prices just as high. But fun. Nothing like that in the village and shopping from the computer not nearly as much fun as real shopping.
The flat totally different from the one right after university. All beat up that one had been with a mattress on the floor to sleep on and only a table with two chairs in the kitchen. Ancient sofa and cinder block and plank bookcases in the sitting room.
But a joy. A first apartment and boyfriend after boyfriend to share it with.
Babies napping and a little time to explore. Bus to the old neighborhood and a used everything shop still on the corner. A wonder. Everything else different but not it.
Prints and old postcards to sort through and a memory thing at the bottom. Exhibit on the South Bank and that building that looked like a birthday cake with the candles all lit. . . going back and back just to visit it and it’s frosting like décor . . . boyfriend liking the other girl at work better but not then . . .happy memory instead of a bad and that a treat.
