Oh look, we are back here again. The site was due to close, but Bromley council have given a stay of execution for another year. It does mean, however, that there will be no investment in the site and the ablutions really could do with a spruce up.
Anyway, arrived on the Wednesday, relaxed and on Thursday it was out early to visit the Royal Hospital Chelsea and the National Army Museum before visiting mother for dinner that evening. The Royal Hospital is a great place to visit - and the café does sell some scrummy cake! The National Army Museum has been modernised since my last visit and has been somewhat sanitised in order to appease the easily upset little snowflakes that seem to inhabit this country. Shame really, but it is still a good day out. We then caught the bus in order to get a better view of some old haunts. Big mistake! We could have walked quicker, the traffic problems being compounded by another stabbing in West Kensington.
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Never Pooh-Pooh a Pooh Blackadder"
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| Napoleon's little horse (well, I suppose he was a little man) Marengo has lost a bit of weight. |
Friday it was a day of admin sorting out the mother in law. A long, tiring day. On return to the site we found a self-build van had parked up far too close to us as their hook up cable was too short. Not a problem, but this van had a worse than usual Rattle-Rattle-Bang sliding door and the occupants found the need to use it at least every 5 minutes.
Saturday we relaxed. We walked to the local shops, admired the Everyman cinema, which has been beautifully renovated, despaired of finding anything vaguely edible in the awful Sainsburys, wandered around the delightful street market watching the vendors desperately trying to hold down their stalls in the high wind, bought a nice bottle of prosecco and went back to the van to settle down for an afternoon of 6 Nations rugby.
Sunday is a day best forgotten. The imbeciles next door started with the Rattle Rattle Bang of that poxy sliding door at 0615am. Despite several loud yells suggested that they may like to shut the **** up, they carried on, finally leaving the site at 0700hrs. Now fully awake, we set out far too early for a Harlequins game at 1pm. A big breakfast and several pints of foaming ale did a lot to numb the pain of a truly abject performance on the pitch. Disgruntled and mightily pee'd off we went back to Crystal Palace. At least the Rattle Rattle Bang van had gone.
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| Noisy barstewards |
Monday it was up and negotiating the awful roads out of London. What complete and utter tit decided that a 20mph limit was a good idea?
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