I am off to the Paula Rego exhibition at the Tate. My sister invited me to a private view and has timed tickets for 7pm.

Old Father Thames looks languid as I walk across the Millennium Bridge heading for the Art Gallery. The sun has just set. A gentle warm breeze whispers across the bridge. It feels more like summer than autumn. The call of seagulls reminds me that the sea is downriver… some distance away.

‘Old Father Thames looks languid as I walk across the Millenium Bridge…’

I arrive at Tate Modern and can see no sign of my sibling. I have come to the wrong Tate! The Paula Rego is at TateBritainwhich is way up river at Millbank. This is not the first time I’ve done this! I missed the Turner exhibition (just before the last lockdown) for the very same reason. Tickets are timed. To get to…