This post should be two posts about a visit to the British Museum to see the Hokusai exhibition and a trip to the V&A for Balenciaga.<\/p>\n
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And that’s when the Universe kicks you up the bum. We were booked, we were excited, we were on the train. We were stuck at Crewe due to a problem at Milton Keynes. Change trains quickly. We were stuck at Stafford. Properly stuck. It was turn around and go home time.<\/p>\n
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The Beloved had a wee sense of humour failure at this point but nothing that couldn’t be cured with a quick game of Overly Specific Eye Spy – “you said light, it’s an LED. I win<\/em>“. The temptation to grump about a lost day off, lost adventures and lost money was strong. But we are Cargames, and we embrace the fizzy. Get back home on a another\u00a0delayed train, change into new cheering pink jeans (me not him) and then off out for a rather large lunch at Lunya.<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n It was great to do lazy lunching with the husband and the food is stunning. I’m being prescriptive while it’s summer – get the duck with pear and raspberries, steamed pork belly bun and the woodland mushrooms.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sometimes plans don’t work out, sometimes you don’t get what you want but, in the immortal words of Mick and Keef, you might get what you need.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n