I've got into the habit of getting up and walking down the road to Peyton & Byrne where I have my morning coffee and either catch up on the blog or just sit and watch the world go by as I wait for Susan to get ready. It's particularly interesting on weekday mornings as people make their way to work and I know I have no particular place to be at no particular time. Once the early morning rush is over you start to see the mums pushing their prams dropping kids off to school before coming in for their soy chai lattes and baby chinos for their trendily dressed toddlers (think baggy corduroy pants, knitted jumpers, tweed jackets with leather patches at the elbows, leather collars and bright coloured wellies) I have seen a few dads doing the same, they look like arty types with groovy leather satchels and flat caps.
Anyway that's where I was this morning waiting for Susan. After she joined me for a cup of tea we took a quick walk around Greenwich Market. The market was established in 1700 and is currently having renovations done but is still open whilst the building work goes on. There is a market there everyday except Mondays but the stalls change.
After the market we got the tube into the city. Danny is joining us for the weekend and Ted put him on the train at Peterborough, we just had to pick him up from Kings Cross.
Once we safety met Danny we headed to Stratford to meet Teddy. A quick shop for shoes and jacket for Danny and jacket for Teddy and the boys and I headed to Upton Park to watch West Ham v Aston Villa whilst Susan, who has no interest in football went back to Greenwich. Much to my deep sorrow Teddy has surrendered his allegiance to Manchester Untied and become a West Ham fan. He even has a West Ham top and club membership. I understand that as he is now living in the area it is much easier to see them play than Man Utd but I just can't grasp how you can support a team all your life then at 20 change allegiance. I guess I should just be grateful it wasn't one of the other London teams like Arsehole, I mean Arsenal or Chelsea. We do have a connection to West Ham as that's where my parents lived and my dad supported West Ham, but even so I just kept shaking my head at him. At least Danny and I are still Man Utd supporters. The game ended 0-0 but was entertaining none the less. As it was remembrance weekend the game started with a bugler playing the Last Post and two minutes silence followed by applause before the home crowd burst in a rousing chorus of I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles'.
We'd arranged to meet Susan at Piccadilly Circus after the game. It took us ages to get back onto the Tube so Susan amused herself by finding a bar - she is very resourceful! We thought we'd go to the Trocadero so the boys could play some games but they had moved and although we did eventually find it they only had about an hour to play before Teddy had to head back home to catch up on his Uni work before Monday.
Susan, Danny and I went to get some dinner but the first few places we tried had either an hour or more wait for a table. We eventually ended up in a Pizza Express, which was fine.
When we got home Danny and I tried to see if we could spot ourselves in the crowd on Match of the Day.
We got up late the next morning, too late for breakfast so the three of us headed to the Mitre, one of the local pubs for a Sunday roast lunch. The Mitre is a lovely pub. It's next door to St Alfege's and was an old 18th century coaching inn.
We caught one of the slower river boats to Westminster and walked up Whitehall towards Trafalgar Square, stopping at the Cenotaph to view the wreaths laid earlier in the day.
In Trafalgar Square there was some street entertainment going on and for the life of me I couldn't work out how these guys were staying in the air. They must have had one of Marty McFly's hover boards from Back to the Future.
Danny wanted to go to M&M World (who'd have thought you could have a whole world based on a choc!)
M&Ms bought it was time to head back to Kings Cross and Danny and I caught the train back to Peterborough. Ted and Summer met us at the station and we had a quick coffee before I caught the next train back to London. By 10pm I was back in our Greenwich flat, pjs on and gin in hand.