And finally

On Friday evening we saw Spamalot, which we thoroughly enjoyed. Beforehand we were treated to a taxi ride with a well-informed driver. He pointed out to us the site of what will be No 1 Knightsbridge. The block of flats that will be there is barely taking shape and the top penthouse, our taxi driver told us, has already been sold for £85,000,000.

The fireworks display that the Lord Mayor arranged just for my birthday was spectacular. Launched from a barge in the middle of the Thames, the fireworks had me oohing and aahing to my heart's delight.

Sunday evening Husband took us to the Blue Elephant, a posh Thai restaurant that he'd previously visited nearly 20 years earlier. On that occasion Richard Branson was also eating there. I don't think anyone famous was there on Sunday but it was a bit hard to tell in amidst the jungle. Apart from the papaya - smelled like cheesy feet - and the green jelly - just vile - it was all very delicious.

As I said, before we left we visited the old churchyard wherein George Vancouver was buried. While we were searching for his grave we found many belonging to Lords and Ladies, including a Marchioness of Queensberry, but I was delighted to find this very old tombstone. I couldn't read what it said but I like to think it was a pirate's final earthly resting place.

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