...be with you tonight.
Ah what a lovely lunch I have spent, jawing with Anita about our days at Tetley, who we are still in touch with, how Gordon could not remember Tom Shattock, but remembered that he "hated him" he he he, and all that jazz. We dined at The Heights hotel restaurant and looked out of the window from the 15th floor over what is left of Victorian London (the City is all glass and steel frames, beautiful but so new). The West End, with its bizzare grid-system, interrupted by random circles of greenery or white marbled buildings, is a new territory for me to explore.
It was so nice sitting there that Anita and I wanted to stay the whole afternoon. Sadly we are students no longer and can't spend all day wittering endlessly or gazing at the view and back to work we went. How lovely and nostalgic though, in the centre of London, during a busy day, to spend an hour or so rooting up treasures from our past.