Saturday was a day of new and old experiences, most notably Eliza’s first trip to central London. The pair of us headed off to the Charlotte Street Hotel for a late birthday lunch for one of my friends (along with another friend who currently lives in Dubai, so hadn’t yet met the baby).
It was great to see them both, plus I got to have two of the things I’d missed a lot when I was pregnant – eggs benedict and champagne. I also love that Eliza is still so young that she can still fit in with doing things like this.
We got there via my old route to work – through Victoria Station and on the no. 38 bus, past Buckingham Palace and Piccadilly Circus – and it felt familiar yet slightly alien, as the last time I went on that journey I was decidedly pregnant. Eliza was nonplussed by the symbolism though, and fell asleep on both the outwards and return trip.
Charlotte Street was also where was where Alex and I originally met, and Saturday was actually the fifth anniversary of when we finally got together – we went to play pool; I was late, and he beat me at every game. We celebrated on Saturday night in all-out glam style (by staying in with M&S curry and cava).