My husband is a doll. It is our fourth year wedding anniversary tomorrow (Sunday). As a surprise Dave organised a babysitter (mum), booked a table at a restaurant (Pattersons) and a night in a five star hotel (The Bloomsbury). The hotel is gorgeous. Very comfy, cosy and luxurious.
We walked to the restaurant along Oxford Street.
There are British flags everywhere in celebration of the Queen's Jubilee.
The food in the restaurant was delish. The starter was a tomato tart for Dave and scallops with a crab fish salad and grapefruit for me.
We walked a mile back in the balmy night air. Even though it was after 10pm, the west end was heaving with people, buses and taxis.
We had a bit of a mishap in the evening when we went into a hotel lift directly after some guys got in. They weren't English speaking. They pressed floor 8. We pressed floor 6. One of the guys stretched his arm across me and put his hand between the lift doors to stop them from closing. I thought they'd changed their minds but they promptly got out and stood in the foyer waiting for the next lift. Unfortunately, my only explanation is that they didn't want to share the lift with black people! Saying that though, if they have issues with black people then they certainly shouldn't be in London. It's so multi-cultural, it's a joy to be in :)