A VISIT TO LONDON On my way to Newcastle, I spent a few days with 'Nephew' in Surrey (just outside London) and had a lovely time. He's always a little unsure about the upheaval wrought upon his solitary lifestyle but bravely puts up with my not-so-infrequent visits. One of the highlights of the visit was a trip by train and tube to Brick Lane in London to have dinner with friends. That was fun. The tube stopped in a tunnel for about 15 minutes ... interesting! My claustrophobia was in overdrive and my paranoia not far behind. I don't think I was alone in trying not to think about July 2005. My nephew was standing beside someone with a backpack. He was thinking too.
On one of my days there, we went to have apple pie baked by a friend of Nephew's who is 95 years old. The pie was delicious and the friend most interesting.
The photos are self-explanatory except for the one of my nephew, his real niece and her partner Martin, and me. I cooked dinner for them one night. Monica (nephew's niece) is the daughter of my dear old friend Stella who died about eight years ago. I always enjoy our times together.