Rainy Eros

A trip to the National Gallery this morning. I always enjoy seeing three paintings, and did we see any of them? No, we did not. The Turner room was closed, the room that houses Whistle Jacket was closed, as was the Constable room. The Rower was immersed deep in Venice, while I sat on a bench and sulked.

Then it rained, and rained some more, and I ate a millionaire shortbread to cheer myself up.

Still, on a brighter note, we head to the airport tomorrow.