Godfathers and Grandfathers

Lots of fun this week, with both Kendall the Godfather and Ian the Grandfather. Kendall is in London writing about London's 5 star hotels, staying at a different one each night. On Wednesday I met him at the Tate Modern to see the Damien Hirst exhibition. Once we'd stopped jumping up and down on the spot in excitement, we joined the queue for tickets and were soon gazing on Mr Hirst's Shark in formaldehyde, dissected cow and calf, and giant ashtray. Didn't really get the pharmacy room displays but enjoyed the exhibition overall. After a lovely lunch in the top floor restaurant, we walked back along the South Bank to The Savoy, our home for the night. We were escorted to the 4th floor to our two-room, riverfront suite, complete with butler, Julius. The room's views stretched from Canary Wharf in the east, along to the Houses of Parliament. The London Eye twinkled all night across the river from our room. It was so much fun, hanging out in the room, drinking wine and thinking up tasks for Julius. Cocktails in the American Bar followed, before we walked to Les Deux Salons in nearby Covent Garden for dinner. The next morning a huge breakfast was served in our room, at a table overlooking the Thames. After using every bathroom product available during a very long shower, I got the train back to Hastings. Meanwhile my tagteam mate Rob had dropped the girls at school and was on another train London bound. He met up with Kendall in Soho for the next night at the Dean Street Townhouse. After some light, recreational shopping, they hit a bar, only to find Kylie Minogue shooting a video outside. Dinner, drinks, laughter, you know the rest.
On Friday Rob met Ian off the train at Waterloo, and brought him home to Hastings, to stay with us for a week. With the weather having turned completely pants, and Ian having developed a bad back, we took things easy on Saturday, driving to Winchelsea beach for lunch at The Ship, followed by a very windy and cold walk/bike ride along the beach at Pett Level.
On Sunday, the skies cleared, the sun came out and we had a brilliant lunch on the deck with Dad and Alexandra.  It was the first time our Dads had seen each other since our wedding in 1995, plus the first time the girls had been with both Grandfathers at the same time.

In other news, Rob has started teaching Scarlett the piano and in just two weeks, she can already play a couple of short songs and is loving what she has achieved, as well as the one on one time with Daddy.