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caddymanAh, dear Friends, it was a good weekend, but it was a busy weekend and I come out of it more tired than I went in.
Saturday started promisingly with a much-needed lie in. Unfortunately, Furtle realised that she had promised a lemon drizzle cake, so that had to be mixed, baked, cooled and drizzled in the late morning/early afternoon. Our plan then was to slide into the West End, go to the map shop, Stanford’s on Long Acre and try to find some historical maps of London. Time, however seeped away and we couldn’t make it.
Serendipity in the form of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thalinoviel came to our rescue by phoning up out of the blue and offering us a lift to Ilford for jfs’s party. We can do Stanford’s another weekend; it’s not going anywhere. Significant birthdays don’t come around every day of the week.
So, to Ilford and initial confusion on finding that the party was being hosted chezwesternind and forbinproject. Excellent weather (which I worked my voodoo on and ensured by wearing a heavy leather jacket; I can be hired at reasonable rates). It was very good to reacquaint myself with a number of people I don’t meet often enough these days and meet a number of splendid people for the first time, including members of the Scott clan with whom I could exchange tales of Shropshire.
Back home late, to a plate of unscheduled chips and thence to bed.
Sunday was for chores, mainly shopping, but also the re-potting of two plants: Bilbo, my unexpectedly thriving Madagascan Dragon Tree, and the surviving quarter of Furtle’s ‘thank-you rose’ supplied by our gracious landlords. (Three of the four plants in the pot died horrible deaths. I think the fourth is responsible and it is now thriving). I bought the bolts and Furtle fixed the ice tray – this was her job not because I felt that I couldn’t do it, but I needed Death of Plants to be kept busy while I did the repotting.
And slowly the weekend faded away. We watched Julia McKenzie as Marple in the evening. Entertaining, but I’m not sure what Agatha Christie would have made of the production company parachuting Miss Marple whole sale into the plot of a novel in which she makes no appearance at all, supplanting the true detective, but there we are.
Not the best night’s sleep, but also not the worst and suddenly I’m here, telling you all about it.
Coffee, now. Then I ought to do something productive.
Saturday started promisingly with a much-needed lie in. Unfortunately, Furtle realised that she had promised a lemon drizzle cake, so that had to be mixed, baked, cooled and drizzled in the late morning/early afternoon. Our plan then was to slide into the West End, go to the map shop, Stanford’s on Long Acre and try to find some historical maps of London. Time, however seeped away and we couldn’t make it.
Serendipity in the form of
thalinoviel came to our rescue by phoning up out of the blue and offering us a lift to Ilford for jfs’s party. We can do Stanford’s another weekend; it’s not going anywhere. Significant birthdays don’t come around every day of the week.So, to Ilford and initial confusion on finding that the party was being hosted chez
westernind and forbinproject. Excellent weather (which I worked my voodoo on and ensured by wearing a heavy leather jacket; I can be hired at reasonable rates). It was very good to reacquaint myself with a number of people I don’t meet often enough these days and meet a number of splendid people for the first time, including members of the Scott clan with whom I could exchange tales of Shropshire.Back home late, to a plate of unscheduled chips and thence to bed.
Sunday was for chores, mainly shopping, but also the re-potting of two plants: Bilbo, my unexpectedly thriving Madagascan Dragon Tree, and the surviving quarter of Furtle’s ‘thank-you rose’ supplied by our gracious landlords. (Three of the four plants in the pot died horrible deaths. I think the fourth is responsible and it is now thriving). I bought the bolts and Furtle fixed the ice tray – this was her job not because I felt that I couldn’t do it, but I needed Death of Plants to be kept busy while I did the repotting.
And slowly the weekend faded away. We watched Julia McKenzie as Marple in the evening. Entertaining, but I’m not sure what Agatha Christie would have made of the production company parachuting Miss Marple whole sale into the plot of a novel in which she makes no appearance at all, supplanting the true detective, but there we are.
Not the best night’s sleep, but also not the worst and suddenly I’m here, telling you all about it.
Coffee, now. Then I ought to do something productive.
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Historical maps of London
Date: 2009-09-14 10:12 am (UTC)Re: Historical maps of London
Date: 2009-09-14 08:02 pm (UTC)http://www.parishchest.com/shop/index.php?cmd=listlinkeditems&cat=D2907&breadcrumb=Maps+and+Atlases:London
There are several sellers of old maps at reasonable prices that us Family historians use.