
Ten hours in the city and 19,000 steps! Details and pics to follow…
25 Saturday May 2019
23 Thursday May 2019
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crossing bridges…
As I put together the posts for last week’s London Getaway (done after I got home) I realised I was almost enjoying the visit more in retrospect than when I was actually there. Don’t get me wrong – it was wonderful meeting up with my friends, and going to the Spanish Embassy party was an amazing experience. And Nicola’s apartment was lovely. But when I wasn’t with friends or otherwise occupied I felt quite stressed and anxious most of the time. In fact, this anxiety started about a week before I left, since I am actually terrified of flying. I was lucky that Peter agreed to stay over while I was gone to take care of the cats, as that was one less thing to worry about. But still, I was very nervous about my trip to London, even before I got there.
14 Tuesday May 2019
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Was up bright and early because I knew I had to get over to Picadilly by 3.00! 😉 Okay, it’s not THAT far from Nicola’s place in Clapton, but as the tube makes me jittery I opted for buses to get around. And I was lucky to have three bus routes near me that took me pretty much everywhere I wanted to go. Anyhow, I had a brief two-hour window to meet up with my friend Julie @woollygee for a drink before meeting my “date” John @cityjohn for yet another drink before the BIG EVENT.
Julie just happened to be in town for a big event of her own, and I met her at the elegant Royal Overseas League, where she was staying. We enjoyed some chilled viognier in the garden, overlooking Green Park, and had a chance to catch up. Then it was time to meet John.

John had chosen the Grenadier to meet because it was near the embassy and is also a classic and charming pub full of history. I told him I would probably get there before him as it seemed to be a shortish walk from the ROL, but I didn’t take into account some serious “getting lost” time. It turned out I got to the Grenadier mere moments before it was inundated with the after work crowd, and grabbed the last two free bar stools just before John walked in.

Then it was off to the Embassy – and the reason I was in London in the first place – to celebrate the accomplishments of my dear friend José Pizarro, including 25 years in London as a chef and the upcoming publication of his next cookbook, Andalucía (available now for pre-order on Amazon – can’t wait to get mine). We arrived somewhat “fashionably late” to find it was already heaving both inside the vast vaulted rooms and in the pretty garden out back.
Well, what can I say? It truly was an EVENT. Aside from feeling thrilled to be there, and enjoying the fabulous food and wine passed around during the evening, it was also fun to meet up with old friends and also meet some new Twitter pals I’d known ages but had never met in person.
But mostly it felt so amazing to be sharing this special moment with this incredible man I’d first met on Twitter, then in person in London in September 2010, just before he opened his tapas and sherry bar José… and the rest is history. I’ve watched him go from strength to strength, from one success to the next. But he remains the same genuinely caring and well-grounded guy I first met nine years ago.
Despite the opulent setting, it was quite a relaxed occasion, and totally in keeping with José and his way of doing things. There were a few speeches, the most moving being José’s when he thanked his mother for teaching him everything he knows. I’m so happy I went, and feel very honoured to have been a part of this wonderful celebration of my friend’s life and accomplishments.
More pics and a video below.
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13 Monday May 2019
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This is Nicola’s @shedlikesfood lovely apartment, located on the top floor of The House of Many Stairs in Clapton. There are even stairs inside the apartment (!!) as it is on two levels, with the bedroom and bathroom upstairs. To say I am no longer used to climbing stairs is a bit of an understatement, but the only really difficult times were lugging my massive suitcase up and down them (I do not travel light). But as you can see it’s a charming light-filled space.
I arrived at the house around 2.30 pm and got unpacked and settled in. Then it was time to take a walk and get to know the neighbourhood, and hopefully find somewhere for a late lunch. Unfortunately most of the places Nicola had recommended were closed (Monday!) so, after a quick beer in a dodgy pub, I bought a few supplies for the week at the supermarket, picked up pizza, and headed home.
By this time it was already 7-ish and I was exhausted, having accomplished close to 14,000 steps on only one early morning croissant and the aforementioned beer. So I put my feet up, opened the wine I’d purchased at the supermarket, and enjoyed an early dinner of wood-oven baked pizza. And well, there was no way I was going out again. In fact, I ended up in bed by 9.00 and caught a lovely sunset from the bedroom window before hitting the hay and sleeping a full 8 hours (something almost unheard of for me – clearly I needed it).
02 Thursday May 2019
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So I not only get NERVOUS about travelling, I also get a bit panicky about GETTING EVERYTHING DONE… to wit, got my hair cut! Though as you can see by this selfie taken in the lift at my house yesterday, still have to touch up those grey roots. Also need a pedicure, have to sort out wardrobe (thinking it won’t be so warm there) and organise all the work stuff re: tours, etc. I’ll be taking my little travel pc notebook with me, but hope to have the most important things taken care of before I leave.
I’ve been almost at the point of cancelling the whole thing a few times, thinking I’d only lose the airfare, then could focus on work, since I’m not really financially in a good place for a week abroad. Of course staying at Nicola’s is what makes this even remotely possible, but London is an expensive city and blah-blah-blah…
But the REAL reason I’m hesitating is that I’m afraid of being afraid… remembering that day in Trafalgar Square a few years ago when I was hit out of the blue with a full-blown panic attack. The first I’d had since CANCER. Because frankly, when you have cancer, panic attacks can go fuck themselves. So it not only took me by surprise, but it also took over a bit. I got scared about going out, in case it happened again, that vicious circle that almost guarantees it WILL happen again.
So far I’m still going. Updates as they happen…