Third time lucky ! The first time the queues were too long.The second time the winds were too high, but yesterday everything was perfect – no queues , no winds and clear blue skies. For £3.20 it is a bargain .I loved the cable-car .The view, the height , the peace .I was hoping it would do a ‘Boris’ and we’d get stuck at the top for twenty minutes ( and someone would bring round martinis – but that was just a fantasy ), but it kept on going . It is open til 8pm , so we are going to do it again , next time ,after dark .. We then got the wonderful DLR , coffee’d and viewed The Olympic Park, which looked so sad after the event ,and set off the last part of our adventure ,for dinner with friends in Upper Holloway .It was a lovely Ottolenghi infused evening .Four games of cards , and I couldn’t possibly say who won three of them (me ).
Nearly four years on and I still have to keep occupied, busy ( although Grandma would always say I was like that as a child – always had to be doing something ,always with a friend , never on my own ), positive,happy,safe.I sometimes refer back to Paul Clabburn’s piece . His son,Tom, was at the same school as Rosie and died the year before her .After Tom’s very sudden death ,Paul wrote a brilliant piece for the BBC – I am especially drawn to his words at the end, “I’m not looking for closure, I’m looking for Tom to stay with me in a way that allows me to smile as well as mourn.”