We've just had a weekend of enjoying Christmas presents. My present to my husband was a weekend in London at a hotel overlooking the Thames with a theatre visit on the Saturday night. We went to The Rise and Fall of Little Voice at the Vaudeville Theatre - it was the final performance and the cast were visibly moved by the standing ovation and the flowers that were thrown onto the stage.
On the Saturday afternoon we joined our younger son and his girlfriend for the Christmas present he'd given us - afternoon tea at a Mayfair hotel. It was quite an experience and we'll remember it for a long time. We were waited on hand and foot and our plates of delicious little sandwiches, warm scones and miniature cakes and desserts were constantly replenished - I have a feeling that Brown's Hotel might now increase the price of their afternoon teas to cover what we ate between us. We had more than 20 teas to choose from and our cups were topped up every other minute - it was sheer bliss and it's how I'll live when I win the lottery.
Our weekend was made all the happier when Oscar's mum sent us photos of Oscar tucking into homemade fish pie. He'd been off his food and not his usual happy self before we left. However he's back on top form and ready for the off. His dad thinks the hat I bought him to keep his ears warm is a girl's but Oscar didn't seem to mind - he's as snug as a bug in a rug.
We've all just about recovered from whatever horrible bug we had but coming home from London on Sunday night we had the misfortune to share a rail relacement bus with a student who had one of the worst coughs I've ever heard and she'd obviously never heard of "coughs and sneezes spread diseases" or handkerchiefs so we're dosing up on Vicks First Defence and saying our prayers.
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