Lunch was in a pleasant restaurant called Terminus, although the cuisine turned out to be a little to nouveau (which, to my mind equals ‘small’) so we skipped dessert and went on to the Spitalfields Market where we found cake and coffee to enough satisfy us all.
Dennis Severs’ House is an interesting, if slightly surreal, experience. The concept is a house where each room is faithfully recreated as it may have looked in the period 1724 – 1914. The rooms are laid out as if the occupants have just stepped out for a moment, leaving their tea, or port, or pipe, or whatever on tables and mantels. It feels very realistic, apart from the omnipresent notices from the custodians trying to get you to have some kind of artistic epiphany by virtue of being there amongst all the realism.
There were some obvious mistakes in amongst all the realism too – modern buttons on a printed fabric shirt, fibreglass insulation in the ceiling and modern stamps and franking on some letters.
Rosie had arrived by the time we got home. Bruce had come over to help her unpack too, so it was nice to see them both. I had Chorus stuff to get out of the way though, so I was soon immersed in my email. Later it was packing – although that proceeded unusually smoothly. (I detest packing.)
I think we are pretty much sorted now though. The alarm goes off at 04:40 tomorrow, which is roughly five hours before we fly. Whoever said international travel was glamorous hasn’t seen me at that time in the morning when I’ve only had four hours sleep.
Yesterday evening, I discovered I had received an email from Bystander, the guy who writes the Magistrate’s Blog (see the right-hand column,) wishing me luck for my interview. I wrote back to him asking if he had any tips – and he did, which was very decent of him.
The topic of my impending interview came up over lunch today.
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