An early start and on the ferry to Oxford Street. We saw the moxt exquisite Christmas window dressings with more exotic decor than Chrissy decor, in Harrods, House of Fraser and other, equally up-market, department stores. Incidentally, we had seem them on Sunday night, just driving past and also a hugely attended lantern parade with all manner of lanterns for a Christmas tree-lighting ceremony.
After browsing the Hight Street shops, we made our way to the Bank of England. At this point in my story, I have to stop and apologise in advance, to anyone I might offend - sorry for the following story:
The four of us entered the BOE and before we were all actually inside the door, we were afronted by a doorman wearing a 2ft top hat and 2 metre tails, with his hands on his hips and frowning deeply he asked "what we were looking for". As I was in front I answered "the Bank of England", he replied, "yes, this is the right place. What business do you have?" and I stoicly replied "currency exchange". His reply was "we don't keep bank hours" and with that, he ushered us right back out the "in" door to which we all hooted with laughter, once outside the formality of top-hat and tails!
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