The Beginning of the End

Well, as my sister-friend Deb would say, I've been "circling the drain" lately. Change is in the air, showing greatly in the emotional state of all of us, and acted out in some not-so-pleasant ways by the boys (and even myself I realized as I flipped out over something on Saturday). Yesterday I coped by escaping for a few hours to my favorite place of bliss, the V&A Museum where they had a new jewelry exhibit and displays of the original Winnie-the-Pooh and Beatrix Potter drawings. All exquisite. My men all then met me at the Lyceum Theatre for a spectacular production of The Lion King. The complete instant immersion of music, costumes and puppetry had me in tears within five minutes. No joke. As always, worth every pence spent on the experience. This week marks the end of school at North London Rudolph Steiner for the boys, and the beginning of goodbyes for us. We're having Elliot's dearest teacher Martin and his family over Wednesday night for dinner, and Friday is the last day of school with a special party for all and a "going up" ceremony for the children moving on to Grade 1. This includes Elliot, and I wonder as I write, how on earth will I survive this day? Much "Mommy Armor" is going to be required I'm afraid.

Thankfully we will be escaping by train that afternoon for the Devon & Cornwall regions of England for a weekend mini-break. Our last trip of the year, which will hopefully include some sun, seaside cliffs and English countryside villages. We'll hire a car when we're there to tour around, and hopefully come back a bit more sane and ready to look forward to the arrival of friends from America, Craig & Bridget. They are bravely & excitedly leaving their two boys behind for what will hopefully be a magnificent holiday abroad. We look forward to showing our last guests here some London sights before we officially shut down the Hotel Steeves.

London minutiae not to be forgotten:

The very fresh free range eggs I get, sometimes with chicken feather still attached (I won't imagine from which part of the chicken!)

Gingko trees

The roof lines out my front flat window