A Knightsbridge Tale

Up with the lark this morning to catch the 7.26am to Euston.

Aside from a gaggle of school children invading the carriage, it was a good journey down and gave my soon-to-be-leaving-colleague and I some time to catch up and discuss our forthcoming meeting.

We were meeting at a Nepalese restaurant in Knightsbridge - for the uninitiated a very swanky part of London where Harrods can be found - and as we were running a little early, we took a walk around the block and immediately felt like peasants. You could almost feel the money in the air - which immediately triggered my lower middle-class, white person guilt - how can so few have so much when there are so many in need?

Swallowing my liberalism, I took a couple of photos of the fancy cars lining the streets to send to m’boy with the most garish being this one.

Lunch was a delicious if curious affair. I’m good with people and could tell that this client wasn’t too happy to be handed off to me, so I made an escape to the toilet mid-way through to give them some time to talk to each other in person without my presence. The food (a lamb schwarma wrap with a load of side dishes) was incredible, but one of the sauces tasted like paint. It was a pleasant lunch though and I hope I provided some reassurance, but at the end of the day, people will deal with whoever they want to deal with.

The positive news was that we were home much sooner than anticipated, which gave me time to whip up a cheesecake for a family thing tomorrow and finish the day with a catch-up with a friend.