I'm so pressed for time tonight that I shan't write more than to say...I'm pressed for time. I haven't had a chance to look up anything fantastical or phenomenal or ethereal today. I've only been playing in the fountains, at Somerset House, with the boy. The jets of water are timed to go off at intervals of fifteen seconds or so. The jet was down, the boy was curious and inspected the spigot (is that the right word?) and got a face full of water much to the delight of the lunchtime crowd. Bless, what a doll! He took it in his stride. If you're interested in our walk today, we went from Kennington to Waterloo Bridge, over to the Strand, buzzed about Covent Garden and then hit Pizza Express and Somerset House, and back to Kennington/Oval.
Quid pro quo - one for another (an exchange).
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Sounds like you and the Boy had a lovely day. And he's at that age where everything is so big and interesting--even ants are cause for long pauses in walks so as to be pondered in zen-like ways.
So your shortness of time? Let me guess: paper due? Good luck, Aitch. You'll be brilliant, as always!
Yep. Paper due, nuff said. Off to the seaside, again, this weekend, despite forecasts of rain.
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