From your roving correspondent . . .

Rcm It’s Sunday morning, 22nd June and I’m writing to you from a desk within the hallowed walls of The Royal College of Music, London as I listen to senior students practising the piano forte with intermittent bursts of ‘noise’ from the Percussion Room!  The sun is streaming through the window, I have a cup of tea and all is right with the world.  I can sense you wondering if I’m on medication and, if such, thinking that half the dose would suffice . . .

Yes, I really am here, having travelled up this morning with husband who has some tasks to finish, having worked here until the end of May.  Teenagers didn’t wish to join us.  One has exams starting tomorrow and wishes to revise (?!), the other was languishing on the sofa reading a book when we left, not wanting to miss TaeKwon Do this afternoon, as she is now working towards her black belt.  Ah, what bblllliiiisssss, a day to pootle around London, as I wish.

Shortly I will be leaving here, accompanied by husband, to luncheon locally then, as he returns to his toil, I will be gracing the Victoria and Albert Museum and will have all afternoon to look at the treasures which interest me.  At some stage, will probably visit the Coffee Shop for a latte and a ‘little something’ before educating myself a little more!

Mica_3 Pop Star, Mica, was formerly a student here at the RCM but (and I’ll whisper this, Shhhh) he didn’t finish his course, leaving at the end of the first year.  However, that doesn’t seem to have harmed his wallet!  Rampant chart success at the beginning of his career makes him a winner because he’s probably financially free to do whatever he likes with the rest of his life.  Perhaps returning here to complete his course, for the sake of completeness?

As we drove down Bayswater Road I noticed a wonderful display of art along the railings, which continued into Lancaster Gate.  Would have loved to stop and walk along there as it looked fascinating.  Ah well, another day perhaps.

Driving down the road which divides Kensington Gardens from Hyde Park, I was struck by the varied array of activities under way.  There were regular joggers, runners (in some cases I use the term loosely!) in a charitable event, teams of about 30 people in the same strip engaging in frenzied group exercise (warming up for something, perhaps?). 

NOTE TO SELF:  Running has not caused complete Exwoman shutdown of organ function in these people.  Must try WALKING more, at least.

Feel a twinge of guilt as I don’t do running while all around me do.  Must do better.  But perhaps I’m better off as I am because the thought of overdoing the exercise thing is more worrying! 

Was slightly disheartened last week when attempting a very minor jog in the garden.  Son warned of seismic shift.  OK, so he’s doing GCSE Geology, but really, just because he’s taller than me and I’m wider than him . . . 

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