Ships that almost passed in the night

As it happens, my uncle, Brian, and his friend Denise are here in London for a day before they fly back to Australia.  I had been in text contact with Uncle Brian over the last month to organise catching up here in London.  Shez and I wanted to take them to a great little french restaurant we discovered when we lived here a few years ago.  It was all set, we were to meet on Wednesday evening for dinner - or so I thought.

Yesterday (Tuesday) afternoon, Shez and I bought tickets to the musical Wicked which started at 7.30pm, safe in the knowledge that we'd be meeting Brian and Denise for dinner today (Wednesday).  No sooner had we booked the tickets then I received a text from Uncle Brian asking where we were to meet that Tuesday night.

Bugger - I had somehow managed to mix the days up (never get a boy to organise anything).  As it was already 5pm, we would either miss them all together or, at best, barely have time for a quick bite before having to rush out to see the show.

Luckily Denise is a certified musical buff so we rushed through dinner together before we all trooped off to see the show.  They had just arrived from Paris where they had seen a show the night before and were planning on seeing Les Mis today (Wednesday).  I'm pretty sure that  Uncle Brian will have (in the last 36 hours) more than doubled the number of musicals he has ever seen.

Anyway, we bumped into them on the street this morning as we were heading out to brunch.  We convinced them to join us and enjoyed a more relaxed catch up over coffee and pancakes in a cafe near the British Museum that doubles as a camera shop for the serious photographer (none of that digital stuff for sale here).

Here's a couple of picks outside Uncle Brian's very cute hotel near the British Museum - just to prove that we weren't ships that passed in the night - and that I can (sort of) organise things.