Time for a trip to the city
Tomorrow I am off to London to see the friend with whom I walked the Offa's Dyke path last year. I thought I would come and go to London more often than in fact I have. I managed a couple of trips while younger daughter still lived in London but now that she has moved out to Oxfordshire I haven't a base there and the months have whizzed by without a visit. I feel wholly out of touch with city life, weirdly out of touch for someone who worked in London and in Manchester for so long. I think I look all wrong these days, all city polish long gone. My hands are a total giveaway that my life now is spent in the garden. My hair will need serious battering with brush and drier to stop it being a cloud about my head and I have absolutely no idea what to wear. When I worked in London I always wore formal suits. I still have them lined up in my wardrobe and have occasional use for them in the more formal bits of my new working life: grey, black and navy sui...