Hi, we are back on the air after a ‘moving into the new house’ hiatus. I lost count of the times I said ‘you guys are awesome’ to the furniture delivery men after they lugged beds and sofas as high as the fourth floor, assembled everything, refused coffee, put sticky felt under every chair leg, helped as I dithered over furniture placement decisions and then made the beds. As in, did not just assemble them, but made them up to hotel standards with the crisp, white linen supplied by the rental furniture company. They were awesome.
Some photos above, with Pedro modelling the new place. As my friend Simon commented – ‘I love the way you’ve made it your own’ – we are yet to buy all that extraneous junk like cushions, vases, wine racks, artwork to indeed make it our own.
To that end, we went to the Frieze Art Fair to check out some potential additions to our sculpture garden.
And bought nothing. But got some really good ideas for our next papier mache project.
In other news, I stood in Kensington Gardens while a police officer trained a large gun on us, so that Princess Anne could make a safe exit in her helicopter. It does make one feel rather like a pleb, come to think of it, and I was ready to turn my back on the whole scene when I decided to Google search who actually lives in KP these days. Wikipedia told me that Wills, Kate and Harry all use it as their London residence, so I stuck around a bit longer, to be slightly disappointed by the sight of Anne and annoyed with myself for wasting so much time ‘celeb’ spotting.
Kensington was in the news for all the wrong reasons again on the weekend, with a car driving into pedestrians near the Natural History Museum, an incident uncomfortably close to our house. I was grateful it turned out to be an accident and not a terrorist attack, or we’d be clocking them at a rate of one a fortnight. I feel quite safe here though, there’s very much a ‘keep calm and carry on’ vibe, so I guess that’s just what we’ll do.
So far Kensington has given us a lot to love. We live on a quiet street off a busy road, there’s good coffee a minute’s walk, right next door to the skate shop where Eamon and Curtis have been hanging around, borrowing their portable rail. Kensington Gardens and Hyde Park are so close we can practically open the front door and let Pedro go out alone (but we don’t, yet). Ruby can walk to school down the most charming mews and we have a family membership at the local gym, so Michael can do his Broga class while I re-live the 90s doing Step. I’ve had a couple of personal training sessions too, with Camille who has done ultra marathons and is not that impressed with my running history. Curtis and I are running our first cross country race this weekend, while Ruby will compete in a pairs event rowing. What’s that they say about a new life in London? Sounds a lot like my old life, but with no car. That story is to be continued, but for now I hand the baton over to someone else (Ruby?) to write the next post. Ciao for now.