I’ve been feeling so guilty about not spending any time with V (and about all the negative attention he’s been getting) that I decided to take him out yesterday. Luckily my mum is still here and was able to watch Baby V for the day.
I collected him from nursery and took him out to lunch on the High Street.
We took the bus from St John’s Wood, went down Baker Street, Oxford Street, Regent Street and got off at Piccadilly Circus and walked through Leicester Square. Leicester Square has become such a dump! Or has it always been that way? Maybe I was too young/drunk to notice?
We walked past Cafe de Paris…
Ahhh… The (very hazy) memories! I hate to think about how much money I spent on disgusting Bazooka Joe shots!
Anyway, we finally reached our destination…
I hadn’t been to Covent Garden in years. I forgot how much I loved going there. I was desperate to wander around, but V was having none of it!
V was in heaven. He was surrounded by buses!
And their wheels!
And he got to ‘drive’. He couldn’t ask for more!