London Day Seven

What a treat we had today! Scones with jam and clotted cream at the RAC Club in Pall Mall. My kind of club - complete silence (no muzak), ginormous flower arrangements everywhere (all real flowers, because I touched them), big billowy sofas, no mobile phones, luxurious toilets with hand towels, even a swimming pool! There were numerous bars, cafes and restaurants - even a special room for Ladies...

We were guests of NickyR  and had a lovely time. At one point, the butler chap floated over and asked us not to drape our jackets and bags all over the sofas. (made the place look untidy). Brilliant!

From there we walked through St James' Park. We saw my favourites - the pelicans - but they were on rocks in the middle of the pond, well away from the public. Suddenly we heard brass band music from afar, and rushed in the general direction, hoping it was those chaps with big bearskin hats and red jackets. Not them, but a variety of regiments. They were rehearsing for tomorrow's big event - the 70th anniversary of VJ Day.

We suddenly came to one of our bus stops, so jumped on, and came back to Upper Street, as rain was threatening. Also, we were looking for a suitable cafe for a late lunch, and Islington is full of 'em. Looked in on one we'd read about, fashioned on the Orient Express. It looked gorgeous. There was raucous screechy muzak blasting out, though not the choice of the barman, he assured me. It was empty. And had been all lunch time, the barman said. I asked him if he thought there was a connection.

We had a delicious lunch next door in the Fig and Olive, and their muzak was low and laid back.

Our last night for a game of ping pong in our PJs.

Tug of war tomorrow with Archie instead. Yay!