Yippee, Bank Holiday and I did not have to work. So to dad's in the morning, he is still a bit fragile, but the district nurse was visiting to check and re dress legs.
In the afternoon, I caught the train to Waterloo, and then strolled along the South Bank to Tate Modern, to see the Giacometti. There were lots of armed police around, but their brief must have been to appear re assuring and not scary so they were all smiling. I met Keith and Naomi, for the exhibition and then tea and cake in the members room of the new wing. Then I re traced my way back along the South Bank and the train home.