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Life in London



Most of the time I just live my day-to-day life with no thought to the joys of living in London. For years, if asked “where would you most like to live?” I would have answered, “London!” without a moment’s hesitation. (In fact I remember a really bad date I had when I asked the guy that question and he said “near his parents” and I said “London”. Of course, I also told him I wanted to join the circus, but that’s another story.) Anyway, now I just tool around my little neighborhood most days with little thought to where I am. I take Isaac to preschool, take both boys to play group, go to church, go shopping, without leaving the same little area. But recently I have been reminded how great it is to live in central London–just a short tube ride to places like Westminster Abbey or Buckingham Palace.

A couple weeks ago, my friend Bonni and her family visited from Connecticut. While she was here, we did several touristy things. We took a walk from Trafalgar Square through Westminster and Whitehall; we saw the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace; we walked from Richmond to Kew Gardens; we shopped at Covent Garden; we took the kids to the Science Museum, and basically wore ourselves out with seeing the sights.

Then just this past Wednesday night I went with some women from our play group to see STOMP in the West End. It was my first time to see a West End show. It was awesome.

Brian was out of town, so I got a babysitter. The evening didn’t start so well because the sitter was late. She called rather lost and I tried to tell her how to find us. Finally she showed up and I hurriedly explained things to her and left her a couple pages of information. Then I hurried out to Warwick Road and hailed a black cab because I was running so late. Luckily it didn’t take long to find an empty cab on the busy street, and I took it to the church where we were supposed to meet. Luckily I was still on time and we all carpooled to the Vaudeville Theatre.

It was weird to be out without the boys but it was great. It was also a wonderful drive over–I so rarely travel aboveground in London. On the way over, we passed so many amazing London landmarks: Piccadilly Circus, Trafalgar Square, Parliament and Big Ben, the London Eye, The Temple, and St. Bride’s Church. Then on the way back we went a slightly different way and saw the Savoy, Buckingham Palace, Marble Arch, and Harrods. It was another reminder of how cool it is to live in London. I think it is still my favorite city in the world (of the ones I have seen, anyway), though I do love Edinburgh and Haarlem dearly as well.

The show itself was also wonderful–I didn’t entirely know what to expect, but STOMP was great fun and hilarious, in spite of being entirely without words. At times it did get a bit noisy (which was tough considering we were a bunch of moms escaping noisy toddlers) but it was always enjoyable. The energy and rhythm of the performers was infections–we all left the theater wanting to make music with everyday objects. We were hearing it even in the rumble of the car engine.

I came home to two peacefully sleeping boys but I was so excited it took me a while to sleep.

Now there’s only six more months to enjoy life in London!

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Ewan’s screaming again

Unbelievably, I’ve had to retreat from the living room twice in one day. Ewan’s been in bed for a couple hours and has awokened quite irritated. I can do nothing to placate him other than hiding away until he calms down. I think I’ll run drug him with some painkillers, though.

OK, tried the painkillers. Tried juice. Tried teether. He stops momentarily and starts again. Stops and starts.

We are currently in a stopped moment. Hopefully he’ll stop for at least a couple hours soon. I am assuming this is some sort of teething episode or related to the illness. The doctor finally called back around 5 and said to bring the boys over to his office. He declared whatever I’d been doing for Ewan was working (though you wouldn’t know it to hear Ewan tonight) but he wrote out prescriptions for Isaac. To top off my annoying day, the Boots drugstore was closed because of a power outage. A woman came to the door and explained that they couldn’t fill any prescriptions because the computers were off. The other chemist on the street was also without power. As it was already dinner time for the boys, I had to take them back home. The disadvantage of walking everywhere is that it’s not easy to go to a pharmacy in another neighborhood if your local one is closed. I figured Isaac’s been sick for days already; he can wait a bit longer to start the antibiotics.

Ewan hasn’t screamed for the entire last paragraph. Hooray! Maybe I can venture back to the living room soon. Thank you, dear blog reader, for allowing me to vent.

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Warning: This is a rant

It’s been a difficult day. Both boys are sick. Copious amounts of mucus are involved. Ewan is cranky–in fact, right now he’s in his crib (which is conveniently located in our living room, by the way) screaming his little baby head off. Before you imagine that I am a terribly neglectful mother for blogging in my bedroom to the sound of Led Zeppelin, let me assure you that I have done what I could to calm the baby, and he would not be calmed. I know that he just needs more rest, because he awoke unhappy from a very brief nap. So I’m leaving him to it. He’s gotten quieter so he’s probably sucking his thumb now, which means he’ll hopefully be in dreamland again soon. Meanwhile his screaming has awoken big brother Isaac, who has joined me in my retreat enjoying the dulcet tones of Robert Plant. Poor Isaac not only has the snottiness, but also a fever and a recently developed stye on his eye. Lovely. I need to go to the kitchen and finish the cleaning project I was working on pre-Ewan-breakdown, but if Ewan sees me he’s sure to launch into his tirade once more. Sometimes I think he just wants to be left alone, like Garbo.

To continue the rant, let me explain the difficulty of seeing a doctor today. I called the doctor’s office this morning and learned our usual G.P. is away on holiday, but they would call me in the afternoon after the other guy came in to arrange something. So I gave them my mobile phone number so I could go to the drugstore for some sort of kid medications in the meantime. I kept the phone in my pocket and sure enough they called, but as I scrambled to pull it out of my pocket and flip it open, it stopped ringing. I waited to see if they left a voicemail, but they didn’t, so I called them back only to hear their voicemail announcing they were away to lunch until 4 p.m. So after 4, I called them back and the woman very rudely told me that they’d tried to call me. I tried to explain politely that it’s not easy to jump to the phone when taking care of two sick little boys. Of course, now the doctor is out again, so I have to wait for another call back. Joy.

At this point it will soon be dinner time, and then bathtime, and then bedtime, so I think I’d rather wait until tomorrow, but they will probably try to schedule me for an appointment at 6:30 p.m. or something.

OK, enough ranting. Hopefully I will post something more positive later.

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