Red Queeeen Weekend

... Friday early eveningmid-afternoon (I admit it, was a slow afternoon) to the Seven Stars, then to Proms (first half variable, once it started 15 minutes late, but Dvorak in particular prety good, Shostakovich fab: good to see that with a decent conductor the BBC SO is back on form, they really lost it under Slatkin) missed post-Prom IC drinks with the usual suspects to run off to RollonFriday drinks... Sat to Kasia's gig at Metro: v. good indeed... Sun up early to head off to idyllic South Oxfordshire village where my friend Stephen's parents live and then on to Ewelme (wherein lie the bodies of Thomas-son-of-Geoffrey Chaucer and his wife together with that of his daughter, the foundress of the Almshouse and church there, Alice duchess of Suffolk: the Chaucer's did rather well for themselves in three generations) for the christening of Stephen and his wife's son and also of his sister's daughter, back to the grandparents' for champage and lunch and lying on the lawn, back to London in time for 7pm mass at the cathedral, back to Trinity Green planning a quiet evening and bumped into K. and B. who were off to see Pirates of the Caribbean at the local cinema, joined them, back at midnight (good, but it really should have been cut better), so to bed, and wake up early to prepare for this afternoon's con... sometime I'll find the time to breathe and sit in the sun...