London, baby!

Usually I am a bit more organised with my Monday Club post, but today I type from the 0925 to Charing Cross. I am meeting a very dear, old friend for lunch and, no doubt, too much Pinot. It is a great shame that our other friend could not make it, but we will raise a glass to her and hopefully reschedule for another time. A is the sort of friend I could not hear from for months, years even but would always be glad to hear from and we would slot back in right where we left off. I worked with him in my first teaching post and we giggled, supported and went to life-drawing classes together. Which compelled more sniggering and some rather disparaging assessments of our models. Shame on us. We we also always late in from the half time break because as the others sipped coffee and compared techniques, we were in the King William next door having a glass of red.

So, I am meeting him at 1pm, but have sneaked off early in order to visit the British Museum. I know, I know…MOST people would be shopping or something, but I have wanted to see the BM without kids, worksheets or constant toilet stops for a good few years. The closer I become to being a relic, the more I want to see them it seems! I will probably only get an hour in there, but I shall head for the Assyrians and the Aztecs and hopefully see some of the 100 objects that shaped history. It will be a blissful morning in my own company, only own time, at my own whim. A rare thing indeed.

This is my last Monday Club in my thirties. I am struggling to embrace being 40. I know I’ll be fine, nothing will change and all will carry on as usual, but in my head there are a lot of metaphors flying around. I just need them to settle so I can sort them out. This makes sense to me, probably not you and so I will sign off and enjoy the view from the train. I do love looking at run down buildings and sporadic vandalism.