My brother Knut Erik/aka Kel invited me to London to celebrate his 60th birthday. Since he's my only sibling, just 15 months younger than me, Irish twins they call it, we've always been very close. This time we made London for eight days. The first time we went over the North Sea in a cargo boat ,in1969, we hardly could afford visited a café at all. We survived mainly on the solid English breakfast they used to serve back then.
This time we decided it was a shame we hadn't seen the longest running play in history, The Mousetrap, written by an old favorite of us, Agatha Christie. We had some trouble finding the appendix of a street where the theater was situated. Thanks to all the red we found it, and it even was on Tuesday last.
The piece is just a tiny bit younger than we are. It's running in it's 60th year.
I didn't bring a camera, only my cellphone. Even so an overeager guardsman stopped me when I tried to shoot some interior pictures before the curtains went up.
I wouldn't even dream of telling you, who was the murderer.
After theater time we still had some shopping to do. Bro Kel needed a giant suitcase for the 900 CDs he had bought. Collectors do that kind of stuff. We found London mild and cheerful and stopped outside an outdoor café for a cuppa on our way home.
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