Day 157

Another lovely day; I can’t believe that the sun has still got its hat on. And hasn’t run away completely now that it is autumn.

Yesterday, I had a reunion with a few Sussex House (Hugo’g prep school) mothers at a Palestinian restaurant in Beswick Street, Piccadilly. Tabun Kitchen: completely down to earth, completely stylish and completely delicious. And the service is impeccable.

The owner is from Jerusalem: her father was from Bethlehem (I know of another descendant from there!!!), and her mother was from Jerusalem.

I wondered, sitting there in the West End, if Chelsea inhabitants stray much from the area, as it is a marvellous place to live? I was the only one who had jumped ship to Fulham; the rest continue to be loyal Chelsea residents. And they are all foreign: part of the EU (European Union, which Britain has left).

There was a Belgian (Chocolate); a German (Mercedes); an Italian (Ferrari/Pepperoni) and Spanish (Flamenco). And me, a bouncy kangaroo. They are beautiful, sophisticated, cultured and stylish: peacocks.

It was a fantastic afternoon. Time just went on for a bit. It slowed down, and we just stayed and had a good chin wag.

I just wish that there were more of these moments; where you can take life down a notch and just enjoy the connections. One main connection was our boys. No longer pre-teen, but men. We all gazed at photos of them in wonder. The transformation was extreme.

Today, I am back in my tennis shoes. Then I have an Hon. coming for lunch. Then a great pheasant for tea. Then another couple of pheasants for drinks.

At the end of the day, whether you are foreign, or a pheasant, the main thing is that you are a good egg.

A good friend, a trustworthy friend, a good person, a trustworthy person. Trust and kindness is what I hope for in a friend.

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Nicky Barber, my trusted friend from the beginning of my life in England

Everyone at the Palestinian restaurant yesterday fitted that description.

But there have been many more for me; in Australia, there were a few kind kangaroos who bounced with me, and in Britain many a pheasant has reached out.

I thank you all.

 

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