Today, Tuesday, is our last day in Reading. Yesterday the wedding contingent split up — some off to friends in Leicester, others off to friends in Oxford, Matt off to a climbing gym, Opa and I off to Nero’s for cappuccinos and scones.
Later, we napped. Opa walked along the river. I took my last opportunity to shop at White Stuff.
Undoubtedly, my friends, White Stuff is my favorite clothing store. Sadly, White Stuff is located only in the U.K. (which is good for my clothing budget).
As I was swiping my credit card for the second time in a few days, nice White Stuff lady asked me what I was doing in Reading. “Did your daughter get married in that church right there!? Last Saturday?! The groom’s mom was in here, too!” Seems Margot and I have exquisite taste in clothing.
Alas, Erin texted a few hours ago about how she’d love to “run to Primark, browse White Stuff and get a take-away coffee from Workhouse.” Would I like to join? Do I have a smidge of self-control?
Changing the subject, some of us walked to Bill’s for brunch this morning. We like Bill’s.
Some had the full English, and one had the kid English.
Afterwards, we split up — this time David and Em to greet big lion again. She doesn’t appear frightened, but she is short.
Jim and I strolled to the museum to reacquaint ourselves with Kings Henry I and VIII; also Harald and William the Conqueror. Next to the ruins, which are always lovely but especially when the weather isn’t liquid-y:
(See crooked horizon? Oh, how I miss access to Lightroom. I shall fix at home.)
Seems all our contingent has wandered back to base and has planned a Thai dinner for a fitting farewell to the land of so many good eateries within walking distance.
I’m looking forward to seeing your White Stuff clothing!?