Another morning where I woke Richard up early. Our day started at 2.30 am, oops and ha ha ha.
We went over to Vauxhall because there was meant to be a 24 hour Tesco where Richard could buy a “safe food”, it’s a Polish chocolate and coconut sweet. It wasn’t 24 hours!
On the subject of his anorexia I’m feeling most impressed with him. He’s stuck with his meal plan to the letter, a bit late most days but he’s done it. How cool is that? The downside is that with carrying his laptop, camera and lenses his back is now in so much pain. He struggled yesterday and I felt guilt for not carrying his bag, even though he wouldn’t let me.
We went to the Chelsea Physic Garden, nice play but too many plants, trees and shrubs for my liking. I wanted to see more flowers, they have more insects.
Some lovely chilli peppers though. Bring on the heat.
Another bloody Rhino near the Saatchi gallery. Feels like I’m on a damn Safari. Richard was happy though as he was able to fulfill his book addiction. There’s a Taschen bookshop outside of the Saatchi and he’s brought Salgado’s Genesis. I’ve never seen a book so large, I could fit into it a million times, so he’s asked the shop to post it to him. I’m so impressed with them.
I forgot, on the way back to Sloane Square we discovered the National Army Museum. Had a drink with my buddies (any veteran or person serving in the forces is a pal).
After Taschen Richard was in so much pain that we went to sit down near the theatre he was going in the evening, and we accidentally found Trafalgar Square. The most amazing thing was that despite so many, many people there’s also lots of space. The second best thing is how pretty the surrounding square and architecture is. Another effing Rhino. I say that but I like what Tusk are doing to raise awareness of, educate about and protect rhinos throughout Africa. Check them out here.
Richard then went off to see Jungle at the Playhouse Theatre, it’s about the former refuge camp at Calais, the complex relationships between people of different races and nationalities, the abysmal living conditions and the refugees resilience and ability to create a community, the complete and disgusting failure of the United Nations, the EU, The French and British Governments, and the West’s racist and self centred failure to protect and provide. A bit too much for me, and I’d secretly planned to go to the pub with me mates from the Army Museum. I didn’t drink as much so I’m feeling good day. Flowers at Kew Gardens is on the agenda.