Delivering the present

I lugged my huge suitcase over to a somewhat odd hotel in Kings X. It was set in an old building and wasn’t a reassuring bland chain.  I think it’s there to catch early morning travellers for the Eurostar but there was a distinct back packers vibe.  I left my bag scuttled off, dreading returning later. 

I met R from Fremantle at 76 Dean St, she’d made me book early but then was late because of some sort of showdown in the office. Which meant we talked of nothing else all lunch.  Bought a few things and then went to Stratford to see the kids.  Ivy loved her cushion that we bought in New York, how sweet is it!  We all had fun together although Leo had a bit of a meltdown before bedtime so had to be put to bed by Daddy.  

Delicious supper with Beet and catch up. I left around 9.   

The room was even smaller than the hub and smelt of drains.