We had coffee and a leisurely browse in Foyles on Charing Cross Road - I've never been in there before and it's marvellous. The Selfridges of book shops, you might say. And we rounded it off with a fantastic lunch at Brasserie Blanc in the City. We were back home in time to have a cat nap before picking up Junior.
And the best bit? I even managed to squeeze in a bit of shopping. In my state, clothes are generally out, but I could not resist these absolutely fabulous Dr. Martens - a bargainous £42 reduced from £85. There is no doubt this me clinging to my younger days - yes, I used to wear these when I was 15. I used to paint my old ones and think I was hard. I was not, and tippex doesn't actually count as paint, but ah, the heady days of youth...
Of course, when I was younger, I failed to notice the very sensible aspects of these boots - 1. waterproof - so very good in the rain and 2. flat - so I'm not going to kill myself pretending I can still wear heels at six months pregnant (or not for any length of time, anyway). Nevertheless, they are still cool and will allow me to rock my inner child for some time to come...
There are still loads on sale in the store on Neal Street - failing that, check out the online store for your size.