And what did we do instead? Oh...opps, mustn't grumble:
- You got Gabrielle and Son on the London Eye. This is something that she has waited to go on for over 8 years - yes, I was at the Millenium fireworks (they were amazing, even if the river of fire was a damp squib and the Concorde fly-over was impossible to see due to low cloud cover)
- We ate lovely pizza on the South Bank
- We got hailed on and took cover under a overhang of the National Theatre (arrived home about 6 hours later and my feet were still soaking wet, yet did I complain....? :-) No I barely did, so knowing how much I hate having wet feet, that should surely count as meriting a GOLD STAR in the GORK Code of Conduct?!)
- We watched 10,000BC at Leicester Square, which was a great venue but a diabolical film that made me want to pull out my own toenails with a bathroom pair of tweezers (sorry).
So no grumbles but while we did the above, the garden l-a-n-g-u-i-s-h-e-d, the winter seed heads and their stalks fell over, the ivy grew and I was ashamed (yes ashamed) of the photos that Son took, that I knew would be seen by a horticultural expert.
So ack! The disorganisation of the garden has been burning a hole in my head. The good news for you is that it has been dealt with. So images like taken by Son, can be replaced by images taken by me:
Phew, phew, phew. Broadcast the news!