So this week we go to London on Thursday and then to Oxford on Saturday morning so that Cate can attend a conference.
So we only have one day in London on the way to Oxford and there are no prizes for guessing what we will be doing on that day.
Correct – shopping.
More to the point – Cate will be shopping and I will be carrying the bags for her and generally whining pitifully for coffee.
Most shops theses days have seats for spouses so I can try to tuck myself out of the way and play with my iPhone.
These ‘sad bastards’ seats are usually placed conspicuously so that the wives can keep an eye on their miserable spouses who sit there waiting for deliverance from the torture.
On Saturday we spent sometime in an underwear shop in Vienna while Cate shopped and they had no spouse seat so I had to park myself on the steps going in the women’s underwear section and tell everyone ‘Ich warte for meine Frau’ so that they did not call the police. (There was no chair in the men’s section either.)
We are going to Oxford by train on Saturday morning and then I will have a day and a half to mooch about while Cate attends the conference.
Then she gets picked up by a car at 6:30 AM on Monday morning to take her to Heathrow so she can get a flight to Moscow. I just don’t know how she does it.
I am taking a leisurely train back to London and will have the next two days there on my own so that I can mooch about and take some photos.


