Chelsea

We ended up in Chelsea this morning for complicated reasons involving my daughters hairdresser. I was spent to this fantastic, quirky independent bookshop which I’d thoroughly recommend, and came away with a couple of  books. The chief and I then went to the Saatchi Gallery and then Tate Britain to see the Rossetti exhibition. They were a talented family but I prefer their poetry over their painting. 
London is unsurprisingly busy and as tiring as ever.