We took Olle to a matinee of Mary Poppins in the West End yesterday. It's the sort of production I"d never have gone to just for myself but I found it enthralling.
Later we were in co-parents' parents' garden and he was dancing along to a rendition of Supercalifragilistic etc, a dance which involved him rolling across the grass - suddenly he sat up and began rubbing his shin and then called out "I've been stung" - sure enough he had a bee stinger in his skin. It was upsetting to see him so upset, crying with the pain for about 10 minutes. I was stung several times by bees and wasps in my childhood and remember it as a horrible sensation.
Today I went with a friend to the Kandinsky exhibition at the Tate Modern. The pictures 'in the flesh' are much more vivid than any reproduction can convey. My friend had to rush off to collect her sons from school so I was alone for the first time in three weeks. I'd been thinking that in my decade living in London I'd never been inside St Paul's Cathedral, although I made it onto the steps once. So I decided to walk there across the Millenium footbridge. I arrived at the door to St Paul's at five to four, just as they were saying that visiting time was over for the day. Oh well, I seem to be fated not to see inside.
I'm aware that I'm here at an unrepresentative time of year - it's warm and light - and that I'm not having to work and deal with the humdrum of everyday life, which in London can be grim. Even so, I'm loving London and loving being here.