i trek in to london again to meet up with kristine, jake and i hang out in some large coffee shop before he stars work, then i high tail it over to the v and a for the rendezvous. 
i've forgotten my phone therefore have to default to the force, given that i have never met kristine before i'm relieved that she recognizes me as i wait outside the entrance. we go straight into bowieland and with our headphones tuned into the underground sensors spend a couple off hours really soaking up the exhibits. i gotta say, this is londons love letter to bowie, i write a short note to the curator, it's a beautiful exhibition. 
later i meet up with martin my brother, we explore the rest of the v and a, what a magnificent museum, it's possibly one of the best i have ever seen, although i was quite disappointed that some of the exhibits were plaster replicas, none the less it is well worth a visit. later we go up to the members lounge and gaze out at the city rooftops, drinking tea and flicking through various books and magazines. i feel like a junkie professor as i slip a couple more painkillers under my tongue and gaze at an ancient roman sculpture of samson killing a philistine.

martin takes me to covent garden and we wander around being tourists, i discover a moomin troll shop and feel really excited. the moomins are from my childhood, a swedish writer called tove jansin created them and even today i feel a deep connection with them. i even have a moomintroll cup i keep at home for coffee.

we move across london to meet up with jake, he's finishing work and we head down to noodle town to eat some chinese food.
london is humming with activity, it's cold and people are wrapped up, moving fast, the crowds are overwhelming, but there's a friendly vibe in the air, london enjoying it's second renaissance.
martin leaves for home and jake and i travel along in an over crowded tube to bond street where we say goodbye. i#m off travelling the globe for three weeks while he's orientating himself at a new job, it's a magick moment, special, i mean i'm luckey, i have a brilliant son, and he has got to know me in an unpolluted way free from all the bullshit and crap divorce can inflict on a man. it took me years to build that relationship, heal the damage of a bitter ex wife and the gossip of people with small town minds, but i'm free and so is jake, and in that space is a respect that makes everything worthwhile.