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Monday, 12 November 2012

Sunday, November 11/2012

Remembrance Day. Our worthy plans for joining her majesty at the cenotaph at eleven end when we wake late enough it's no longer possible. My poppy has only just survived to the 11th, being a fragile British paper version, closer to true poppy colour than the vibrant Canadian ones, but less resilient. We met a young English girl selling poppies at Notting Hill tube station who recognised J's poppy as Canadian. She's engaged to a Canadian whom she met when they were both serving in their respective forces in Afghanistan. They're to be married New Year's Eve in Edinburgh and will then be moving to Kingston.
Have a slow wander down Oxford Street before meeting Kristen and her boyfriend Chris for lunch. The intended restaurant is closed but Prix Fixe (actually their name) next door provides a good alternative. Kristen still working as a social worker and Chris back at uni doing a master's. They're looking at going to Canada in the spring after  Kristen's work visa here runs out. Meanwhile K has concentrated on seeing as much of Europe (and even North Africa) as she can manage while within short flight distance - Budapest, Malaga, Berlin, Marrakesh, Istanbul, Athens, etc.