The Aftermath Of The Weekend Overlaps With The Beginning Of The Week

Kenji and Till came to stay; eating food out, mucho walking, waking too early after bedtimes too late (3 a.m.), so much socialising.
Off they sailed in a minicab this morning, and the house seems very empty without them.
The Offsprogs were at Parliament Square at an Extinction Rebellion protest, and so was I; then we all went to the Hilliard exhibition at The National Portrait Gallery which was awesomely beautiful. Elizabethan painters painted people who looked just like us, just with different clothes.
Oh how inspiring it was! And there was a painting of Elizabeth the First playing a lute or something, which apparently she did in order to impress diplomats from abroad.
Alas, the hay fever has reached fever pitch, and I had to come home and eat ice cream, although the 12 string Eko guitar that landed here after a foray into a local charity shop has now been set up and is sitting waiting for me next door.
Those Hilliard miniatures in their titchy little gold frames are still with me though.
Ideas!