A half day off
Today was good. I went to aerobics - the first time for a couple of weeks. I had lunch with my very clever writer friend and swapped ideas. Then he introduced me to a lovely little bookshop I hadn't seen before up on the walls of the city and I bought two books on genetics just because they looked so interesting. I wrote a letter to a publisher. I bought in the week's groceries. I visited my mother-in-law and she was a bit better than yesterday.
Tomorrow I am off to London to see my agent. After that I shall have seven hours in the capital to do with as I wish - I am so lucky. I shall take my camera.
Tomorrow I am off to London to see my agent. After that I shall have seven hours in the capital to do with as I wish - I am so lucky. I shall take my camera.
posted by Clare Dudman at 10:30 pm
9 Comments:
Have a good time in London. Might I suggest going to see the Velazquez exhibition at the National Gallery?
Thanks Jeremy - just seen this - haven't been to the National Gallery for a bit - may well do that.
I hope you had a good day in London Clare.
Enjoy the day off - I have the whole week! Love the new picture, BTW.
Tell us what you did in London. (I wish I were in London!)I love Hertford House/the Wallace Collection. I remember seeing some great Lucian Freud paintings there, including one of Camilla Parker Bowles' first husband that made the poor man look like a side of beef going west.
Thanks CFR and Twitches
And Susan Balée - thanks very much for the information about the Wallace Collection. I didn't know about that. I'm going to have to go down there again now! Big shame :) I love Lucien Freud's work.
Sadly, I think it was just a visiting exhibit -- I saw it the last time I was in London, travelling with my teenaged daughter (her favorite moment of the whole trip was not the museums or the plays, but an afternoon in Harrod's!) and that was about 2 years ago.
Actually, seeing those Freud paintings in the middle of a museum devoted to 18th-century French paintings by Watteau and so forth provoked a kind of cognitive dissonance -- the juxtaposition of happy landscapes, plump cherubs, and still lifes of food with Freud's naked bodies, or clothed ones that look naked or in some kind of deep pain. Well, essentially, it's looking at art before Freud and art after Freud (and in this case, I mean Lucien's daddy).
I love strange juxtapositions.
But I'm fascinated by the chronicle of your day in the post above this. Ah, how I wish I were there!
"...learnt to drive..."
What's the secret to driving without arms?
I don't know, Aydin - I suppose Alison Lapper relies on her feet and mouth. It does sound incredibly difficult though!
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