London - day three
I worked this morning (shame!). Offspring slept. Around three pm we knocked off, and took a short walk to the local pub, The Coppermill, which serves an excellent pint of London Pride, and has a fine collection of nutty clientele. We sat outside: on one table was a bunch of tree surgeons, on another, three guys who could well have been the Polish Plumbers that everyone is worried about. (People are worried because these guys have the skills, but are undercutting local tradesmen - see my previous blogicle about competition). Last year it was refugees, who all get given a fabulous deal by the Gubment.
It's a bit past midnight now, and Uncle Chris has taken his two twin boys and Offspring to a local bookshop to buy the new Harry Potter. Before I left Dubai, I read that Magrudy's Bookshop would be opening at 3am (ie midnight GMT) to do the same thing. Oh come on!