Monday. After a slow start, and some reading, we headed to Hampstead for a look around and lunch with Nola. Very pleasant. Then a short walk on Hampstead Heath, past residences marked with the blue marker identifying notable people who had lived in that place. Todays markers included Marie Stopes and JB Priestley, familiar names of whom I know very little real detail of their lives. Stopes was a pioneer advocate for women reproductive health, Priestley a novelist and critic whose work i have never read.
Upon our return to the Hampstead village,we witnessed a police operation with sirens blaring as they closed off the main road to vehicles and pedestrian traffic. The word on the street was that a second world war bomb had been discovered in a nearby house or garden. Then, as quickly as it began, it was over and the street was back to normal. A metaphor for life: long periods of routine and normality interspersed with moments of excitement and the extraordinary, which disappear before one has had a chance to understand what happened.
Back to Aldgate for a nap,and then to the city to see the Kenneth Branagh Theatre Company's production of Romeo and Juliet. Enjoyable, well produced, some moments of zing, but overall lacking in spark. Boronia seemed to enjoy it more than me.
An enjoyable day.
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