Friday, 27 February 2009

Baby Brain

I left my keys at Muswell Hill and so arranged to get them back over quick coffee with the belle mere at the National. Midday, and still no sign of her, I texted after perusing the lovely bookshop nextdoor to the café. She was already here, but where? I went to pay for the super Charley Harper Alphabet book I’d found when I realised we’d said the National Gallery and here I was in the National Portrait Gallery. I left the book for another time. Got the keys and a coconut Peyton and Byrne fairy cake to boot.

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