London for a Tattoo
I enjoyed another one of retirement's new experiences on Tuesday when I travelled to London for a tattoo! I took my stick which proved really useful, especially with my injured leg in a knee brace, when one willing passenger on the train volunteered to swap seats so I could stretch out my leg and another on the tube gave up his seat for me. In fact somebody even offered to help me onto an escalator but to have accepted would really have been taking things too far.
Of course you might be wondering why someone with an incapacitated knee would travel all the way to London for a tattoo. Let me just say this has been in my diary for several months and I wasn't prepared to miss the appointment for the world.
I had better clarify, however, that it was not my tattoo and it took place at a preliminary event forming part of the celebrations leading up to the eldest's wedding. It is a traditional custom in his fiancee's culture for the bride to be decorated with henna in advance of the marriage ceremony and, never one to miss a good party, I had to be there.
What a night! I do confess that staying up until 1am could also count as a new retirement record. Bring on the wedding celebrations, however, and I might try to beat it!
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