I still have Emma's warning tones of 'don't do it' ringing in my ears as I type.
Anyway, I digress. Today Wilf took me out for a lovely afternoon out to the Sloane Square/Chelsea area. Firstly we lunched in the top floor restaurant of Peter Jones, over shepherds pie, a glass of wine and a sumptous dessert he regaled me of stories about the history of his double decker bus. I'd like to say that I was both interested and engaged, but that would be a total lie.
At 13:45 we met our tour guide outside Sloane Square tube and were treated to just over two hours of fascination. We saw such delights as the outside of the Royal Hospital, Chelsea, The National Army Museum (where Napoleon's horse Copenhagen is allegedly buried) and saw three sections of the Berlin Wall outside. It was wonderful to be able to see such houses as Oscar Wilde's, Dante Gabriel Rosetti's and Jane Asher's. I couldn't commend the walk higher and would recommend it to anyone.
I am starting to feel guilty about my weekend plans now.
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