Woke up at 6.15. Listening to Radio 4 breakfast. Listened to The Impersonator on the BBC website. I remember hearing this in the dairy when I was about eleven after milking when I was cleaning up. I could listen to the radio in the dairy. My mother would not let me listen in the house. We left the house around 10.30. Fine day. No clouds. Got hotter as the day wore on. Of course all the buildings we entered had the heater turned up to 11. Took the tube to Finchley Road. Went into Waitrose's. I think the English supermarkets display their produce better than Australia's. Very attractive produce and lots of choices. I hope they dont have a lot of wastage. We then walked to Sainsbury's. The last time we were in Finchley Road I had to break our bus journey because I had to go to the toilet. Exactly at this building. When we went into the same building today we knew where we were. After walking around a bit we got on the bus and went to Baker Street. Sat next to a girl from Slovakia. Most people on buses do not look English. Lots of tourists around Swiss Cottage. Lots of people in the streets at Baker Street. Took note of the large Mosque at Swiss Cottage. Looked at the long queue of people to get into the Sherlock Holmes Museum in Baker Street. Couldn't discern any clues from inspecting their faces. Mainly South East Asian. Both sexes. Doorman dressed as a London Bobby. Dont know why its so popular. Also checked out the Beatles Shop a few doors down. Lots of stuff but fairly expensive. Did not buy anything. Had a Chicken Bean Soup in a Pret a Manger. It was really too thick to be classed as soup. Went back to the Sigmund Freud Museum at Finchley Road. Very interesting. Wonderful back garden. Real English. Looking at the Freud Family Tree you cannot help notice that three of Freud's sisters died in 3 different Concentration Camps. All three killed by the Nazis. A very different result to what happened to him. How must he have felt? Of course no one knew what the Germans were going to do. Freud with the help of what was called "intense diplomatic activity" was able to bring out all his furniture and effects when he fled Germany. His rooms in London almost duplicated his rooms in Vienna. Museum is thought provoking. Getting this close to Freud makes you think if you could ever survive psychiatric analysis. In the Anna Freud Room there were 14 questions that have to be asked. Just when did I last do a stupid thing? How have your self destructive urges manifested themselves? Etc. Just a few of the questions. Very confronting. Very apt though. Could I ever admit even to a psychiatrist my weaknesses? The big question to ask is - what would my life have been like if I had gone to a proper psychiatrist when I was young? By this time my body was in danger of locking up. I have blisters on both feet. I feel like suing Athletes Foot. I have already looked up their website but of course no email address for complaints. We went to both Waitrose's and Sainsbury's to get tonight's tea. Then home to Preston Road. When Tosans mother let us in the building the day we arrived she mentioned she was a food caterer. I immediately said I would like to sample her cooking as we had never eaten Nigerian food before. I thought I was being amusing but last night her son called at our door and asked if we would like to go and eat with them. The food was fantastic. Two types of fish with vegetables and rice. We met the father Louis, the cousin whose name I cannot recall, the daughter Missan, the girlfreind whose name I cannot recall. All very nice. We talked of general things. Their minds are focused on Europe and America. Australia is hardly on the radar. As I said the food was fantastic. I drank the majority of the wine. To bed at 9.30. Slept well. Blood Pressure 132/70. Pulse 82
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
Categories
All
Topics
All
Archives
February 2024
|