Boys day out

While Mrs Reid and her mother targeted a range of fabric emporia, Master Reid and I went for an aimless wander around London. A trip to Camden to a specialist spectacle supplier was the first order of the day to secure me a new set of frames for my next pair of specs. We headed off then to Westminster to give the son and heir a glimpse of Big Ben's clock tower (I will need to explain Pugin - God's own architect - to him at a future juncture). The weather changed from showers to sunshine every five minutes which was a little frustrating. By this time stomaches were rumbling so we headed toward Trafalgar Square, past 10 Downing Street, with the restaurant within the National Gallery being our objective. While Master Reid hoovered down a burger and chips to great reports, I consumed one of the best lamb chops I have every had, swimming with garlic and fantastic potatoes and spinach, nicely rounded off with half a litre of Spanish white. There followed a quick tour of the National Gallery and National Portrait Gallery (where I showed the boy the portrait of his cousin) and a nice ride home on the Tube. He has professed an appreciation of the Impressionists so perhaps the fruit has not fallen too far from the tree. This time next week we'll be back in the bosom of Brisbane.