Despite the floods, train cancellations and the chaos that ensued, I managed to get on the one train that left North Devon to get me to London that evening. Lots to do, dropping off the family silver at Christie’s South Ken – good experience – then heirloom paintings to Bonham’s in Bond Street – extremely disappointing experience – only redeemed by gorgeous son talking in the manner of a pompous Bonham’s sales bloke for about an hour or two. London was beautiful, Sloane Square with the blue lights twinkling in the trees, the Ritz Hotel with gloriously decorated trees outside and even the Oxford Street decorations looked a little more stylish than usual. I felt slightly like a tourist, riding around on the top deck of a bus whenever possible and taking photos – surreptitiously in case anyone I knew saw me – of all the Christmas lights. So Peter Jones, Waitrose, Kings Road, Battersea Rise, the best pizza ever at Franco Manca, catching the Bronze Exhibition at the RA, whistle-stop rush around Fortnum’s, lovely supper with highly respected old boss and his beautiful wife – old as in previous as he’s way younger than I am – catching up with lots of friends and my amazing children, all worked their own particular London magic. Fabulous!