We bid my sister a fond farewell from Glasgow on her adventure to The Big Smoke last night with a good old fashioned London eve: bangers and mash (that's sausages and mashed potatoes, in case you were wondering), onion gravy (made from scratch by an actual Londoner), jellied eels (jelly snakes in jelly with a dash of old Martini that tasted like pencil sharpenings), and an array of London landmarks; not so Big Ben, those soldiers with the good hats and Peggy Mitchell, obviously. It was a jolly eve, and there was not a dry eye in the house (no-one cried).
Fare thee well! To le Big Smoke!
No comments:
Post a Comment