Being well placed in North London these days, it felt almost like a sacrilege to miss the Alley Pally show. I mean to say its only two bus rides and 30 minutes later I am at the front door. So even though after a busy week at Uni, and an even busier previous weekend, where hubby and I traipsed around London taking photographs, home work for 4 being done by 1., let alone the hours spent putting together a power point presentation and annotating all of the pictures (well nearly all, I left them 10, they managed 4) – Needless to say our presentation, or should I say ‘my’ presentation plus the ten minute contribution by each member of the 3 before we went in (I’d asked them to come an hour earlier – flaky or what!) came top of the class. Group work – not so keen.
Getting back to the point, I woke this morning grumbly and joint achy and all those things that build up and up when your autoimmune system likes to play games with you and you haven’t had enough rest, so mind over matter, I got out of bed and straight into a nice hot shower which always lifts my mood and calms my grumbling muscles and joints down a bit. Breakfast is normally followed by painkillers but today, I was eager to get going, so it was a dry biscuit, a swig of water and a couple of doses of painkillers, hoping they would have kicked in by the time I got to Ally Pally. Fortunately for me, the bus arrives 1 minute after I get to the bus stop and the change over is equally fast so I get to Ally Pally in good humour and becoming hungry.
When I see the Londesborough Tea Rooms advertised (before you go into the show) and realise what very good value their £8 brunch is. Well it was that and the queue for the loo’s was roughly 100 women deep – I worked on the premise that if they had a restaurant, they would have a loo, and my instincts proved correct.
As you walk in you hear the tinkling of the ivories of the grand piano drifting gently over the murmurings and light clattering of a gentille breakfast.
I was soon tucking in, there is a croissant hidden on the plate of parma ham and cheese.
Quickly followed by a gorgeous breakfast with coffee being replenished as often as I wanted. The bacon and sausages were excellent, the field mushroom divine, the tomatoes yummy and the eggs were nursery scrambled eggs, soft and warm and fluffy.
And I even squeezed in a couple of tiny pastries, which were delicious.
I think I must have been hungry after all of my endeavors this week.
And just so that you get a flavour of how delightful the whole experience was.
(although I think I might have put him off a bit)
May I present Naveen Arles playing beautiful music to enjoy whilst breakfasting.
Oh and the shopping, I didn’t find exactly what I was looking for, wool flannel for tailored trousers, but I did have a wonderful day.