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17 September 2009

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I’m going back Saturday... shopping... Ronnie Scotts...a bit too much red, Somerset House maybe a posh hotel… just like a tourist

Sadly, the movie is not available over here from Netflix, but I've put the book on my wishlist at Book Depository. I don't know what the original cover was but the new one is great. Thank you. I'm glad you had such a lovely day.

Peter: oh, Ronnie Scott's of blessed memory; the evenings I spent there . . . And Somerset House is very buzzy these days. Enjoy your weekend!

Nan: my copy is a very old, battered, book club edition, so has an absolutely plain black cover plain but, yes, that new Penguin cover is just right.

It was a fab lunch and so good to meet. I'm going to miss having the Serpentine on my doorstep when I move on from the Parks.

Our visit this past June has whetted our appetite for more London! And now you're encouraging me even further . . .

Colleen: on the plus side, you'll soon be able to come to Hyde Park as a fully-fledged visitor and make lunch last as long as you please.

materfamilias: I still didn't manage to get to Phoenix Gardens though. Never mind, next time. Talking of next time, be sure to let me know if and when you are visiting again - we can hold a blogging convention somewhere!

I'm glad you had such a good day! It's rare that we set out to achieve a list of things and manage to get them all done!

Always nice to meet a fellow blogger, of course, and that bar looks wonderful! Next time I'm in London (and near enough), I'll check it out.

Going to take a peek at that blog you linked to now.

I love that idea, 60 -- I'll be sure to!

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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