Up early and off to London. Eldest Plugling needed to visit Art Galleries, and was this despatched with Mrs Plug to see the Tracey Emin exhibition at the Hayward Gallery. They loved it, and found it very moving. I took youngest Plugling to the Tower of London. This was not some form of attempted imprisonment, but an educational day out. Not for her, but for me. She regaled me with information all the way around, most of it picked up from Horrible Histories. What an excellent programme it is that fills young minds with so much knowledge and enthusiasm. It was good to visit the sight of my childhood excitement. It was the location of my first proper school trip, and I still feel that surge of excitement when I see those towers. Youngest loved it, and we must have walked for miles. We all met up in the afternoon, and made our way to the V&A, again to look at Art stuff for eldest. I of course headed to the theatre section, and spent far too long with gaping mouth looking at artefact belonging to Judi Dench, Adam Ant, Mick Jagger, Richard Burton, Ellen Terry and Olivier! What a great place, and how thrilling to see all the stage models, and costumes they have there. We ended the day in Wagamamas in Harvey Nichs and ate and drank heartily. In the afternoon we had met up at the National Theatre, and I picked up a book for me and one for eldest, which are excellent. Youngest pleaded for a Quill and Wax set, which I got her, and we expect many beautiful letters and poems over the next few days. On the tube back in the evening we sat next to Simon Callow. He seemed a little preoccupied with his companion, but then behaved rather strangely when his companion left. I said hello, but he just looked at me with horror. Perhaps he was in awe of my looks and talent.
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