Our weekend and welcome to it!
Sep. 17th, 2007 09:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chrishansenhomeFriday was uneventful. HWMBO had to go to a stag party for one of his co-workers, and he wasn't due home until after 11 pm. No news of Friday then, except that he did return and hadn't overindulged. His other co-workers stayed out until 5 am Saturday, in true British style.
Saturday was the first day of the Thames Festival weekend, and we decided to go to lunch at Southwark Bridge. The bridge itself was turned into a kind of funfair, with stalls selling various types of food, some entertainment on the upriver side, and tables to eat. Part of it was covered with sand and part was covered with artificial turf. HWMBO had a seafood noodle dish that he said was just average, and I had a beefburger with cheese (£4) that was, again, just average. But, it was the atmosphere!
We walked along the riverbank until we got to Queen Elizabeth Hall, where we had hot chocolate and dessert to finish.
At 4 we went to our friend Pat's 80th birthday party. We had been by the Southbank Shop next to the Royal Festival Hall, and of course what do you get an 80 year old lady? We bought a tea towel in a cylindrical box that was printed to look like an old Penguin novel cover, and a refrigerator magnet. As it was the Thames Festival, we also got a goody bag for spending more than £10 in the shop. There was a print of an Ansel Adams photo and various other goodies.
The party was nice; we had very little to eat, as we'd already eaten our fill, and had lots of Diet Coke and lemonade. We stayed for 4 hours, and got home exhausted, although we'd only sat down most of the time.
Sunday at church we had a Nigerian archdeacon celebrate and preach. He preached for almost 25 minutes, and besides having a very thick accent that was difficult for many to understand, his preaching style was not culturally-sensitive to most: it was a Bible-study delivered as a rant. Luckily he didn't get onto the homosexual topic, but stayed with the "lost sheep". Many were grumbling afterwards, but I fear we'll have more of him as he's around for a year, I believe, doing some post-graduate work. All the more incentive to go to St. John's or St. Anne's.
A cat dropped by the backyard at around 9 pm; HWMBO wanted to feed it, as he thought it was hungry. We put down milk and tuna, but it wasn't hungry--we think it just wanted company. I petted it for a while and then went to bed.
Saturday was the first day of the Thames Festival weekend, and we decided to go to lunch at Southwark Bridge. The bridge itself was turned into a kind of funfair, with stalls selling various types of food, some entertainment on the upriver side, and tables to eat. Part of it was covered with sand and part was covered with artificial turf. HWMBO had a seafood noodle dish that he said was just average, and I had a beefburger with cheese (£4) that was, again, just average. But, it was the atmosphere!
We walked along the riverbank until we got to Queen Elizabeth Hall, where we had hot chocolate and dessert to finish.
At 4 we went to our friend Pat's 80th birthday party. We had been by the Southbank Shop next to the Royal Festival Hall, and of course what do you get an 80 year old lady? We bought a tea towel in a cylindrical box that was printed to look like an old Penguin novel cover, and a refrigerator magnet. As it was the Thames Festival, we also got a goody bag for spending more than £10 in the shop. There was a print of an Ansel Adams photo and various other goodies.
The party was nice; we had very little to eat, as we'd already eaten our fill, and had lots of Diet Coke and lemonade. We stayed for 4 hours, and got home exhausted, although we'd only sat down most of the time.
Sunday at church we had a Nigerian archdeacon celebrate and preach. He preached for almost 25 minutes, and besides having a very thick accent that was difficult for many to understand, his preaching style was not culturally-sensitive to most: it was a Bible-study delivered as a rant. Luckily he didn't get onto the homosexual topic, but stayed with the "lost sheep". Many were grumbling afterwards, but I fear we'll have more of him as he's around for a year, I believe, doing some post-graduate work. All the more incentive to go to St. John's or St. Anne's.
A cat dropped by the backyard at around 9 pm; HWMBO wanted to feed it, as he thought it was hungry. We put down milk and tuna, but it wasn't hungry--we think it just wanted company. I petted it for a while and then went to bed.
