This was year. We were going to treat ourselves to a quick trip to London at Christmas. The main draw? To visit the Geffrye museum's Christmas-decorated rooms. Despite the accommodation fiasco (which ended rather well), we had a marvellous time. I got to see mum's pal, Carol for a divine lunch at the National Portrait Gallery. And we had brunch with Roberta and Auntie Dorothy at St Pancras.
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| The first night - there were only 2 - I walked across Westminster bridge in the mild, foggy air. |
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| The exhibition |
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| Right where Sophie had stood 21 months before |
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| Remind anyone else of a certain metallic stencilled wall? |
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| Together! |
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| A spot of shopping |
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| By chance our bus headed down Regent Street and the lights were just gorgeous |
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| even from the back |
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| We even managed to see the abbey |
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