so one fine sunny spring day, the mister and i went nursery shopping of the non-infant sort. doesn't matter that last year, our spoils were short-lived. i know i go on like a broken recorder some times but being young and living in london has afforded us so many opportunities we remain truly grateful for. it's not all big, life-changing things but simple things like taking our third hand wheels for a spin to richmond. yes, we try not to swear as we (ok, he) battle traffic on putney bridge but when we finally hit the 'burbs, peace is restored. the nurseries are gorgeous and the best place to spend a sunny afternoon. we weren't organised enough to book weeks ahead but were fortunate to score the last two top :) the hostess was an absolute sweetheart and we felt far from chastised for turning up with a reso. i mean, in snotty places, the hostess can be so condescending, telling you you should've planned your life in advance because, really, one can't just waltz in expecting a table now...
the food wasn't too photogenic but we were told on good authority by foodie friends who visited last summer to have the cheese plate. i did and it was divine. even the mister who isn't the biggest fan of blue commented that it was a very likeable blue. lunch was leisurely despite the quick service (the waitress almost apologised for the 20min wait for freshly baked tart tatin!) and we managed to drag it out till well into the afternoon. then continued wandering around the nursery soaking in the dappled light and romancing those gorgeous chandeliers for when our one bedroom flat grows up.
(i kid, chandeliers aren't part of our design aesthetic!)
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