Shiksa in the city - a morning at the museum

I was meant to meet an old friend for brunch this morning.  Unfortunately, she had to cancel but didn't get me on the phone until I was on the train, halfway into town.  Two choices: go home and mope or continue into the city.  So I decided to take that first step into carving out a little life here in London and went in to Charing Cross.  Trafalgar Square was lovely, all grey and misty as London is meant to be, with the fountains spitting out their beautiful spray, the national gallery just calling out to everyone, the lions around the monument being climbed on by children (and some people who fancy themselves children).  I spent the morning there, especially enjoyed the French section, and then decided to treat myself to lunch at the museum cafe.  I was so looking forward to split pea soup and a crusty roll, but the rather impolite man behind the counter informed me that they hadn't gotten in the soup of the day, nor the pie of the day, nor the quiche of the day, but I could get a sandwich from the cold case if I pleased.  Humph.  Cold case indeed.

I ended up with the chicken and mushroom pie, which was warm and tasty if a bit small, and sat quite happily reading my book until it was time to go.  Worked on the crossword before rehearsal, spent a nice hour with the director finessing the only dialogue I have, and rode the train home with the rehearsal pianist who lives about halfway between where I am and the rehearsal space.  This was very handy, as he alerted me to the shops and cinemas just off the tube in his village.  What does this mean, you might ask?  It means I might not have to fight my way into central London to see the premiere of Twilight tomorrow afternoon.  It means I won't have to ride the train home sooo very late in the cold weather.  And it also means I have one more destination to explore.

The husby arrives in five days and I'm so excited.  We're going to have a wonderful time and I get to make pecan pie for our hosts and everything.  What the world needs now is pecan pie, sweet pecan pie.  That's what I say.

1.  a late start tomorrow means another run with the geese

2.  skype - being able to cook dinner while talking to my husband

3.  discount produce at Sainsburys means I got a lot of good produce for almost nothing

4.  nice colleagues - this is something I'm thankful for every day

5.  roast parsnips