Today we trotted off to the East End.
To the Isle of Dogs.
We went, as your archetypal Cockney might say, darn the Wharf.
To Canary Wharf, the home of the UK’s financial district and where The Brainy One worked for a number of years.
Where the once derelict warehouses of the old West India Dock are now expensive bijou apartments.
Where glass and chrome are at the heart of what, it has to be said, is a soul less sort of place.
As for The Boy Child?
It was safe to say that he wasn’t overly impressed.