Consolation, Effra and icing
1. I flee Tunbridge Wells and its water woes for a day of wandering London with my aunt. A bit of Turner, a bit of Constable and some miscellaneous pre-Raphaelites. Turner’s gift to the nation truly does give me a break from the treadmill cares of carrying bottled water and kettles and permanently feeling slightly grubby.
2. We come past the Isle of Effra with its bronze loo sculptures, which we’re told mark the nearby Royal Doulton ceramics works, but could just as well nod to the River Effra’s time as a sewer.
3. There are concerns about the whiteness and the quantity of butter icing. I walk away and leave the pastry chef to her work. When I come back, things are much more cheerful.
It only occurred to me yesterday that I should have offered you bathroom facilities - I've been out most of the week and never expected the fiasco to drag on so long. Offer still open this evening - along with a bottle of wine x