Weekend afar...
Friday:
Took Lady C to one of my favourite restaurants; 43 South Molton, nr Bond Street. Had booked a table but downstairs was hired out for a private party and we got shunted upstairs. Very nice and all but munching off a tiny Moroccan-style excuse for a table does not lend itself to three courses. We drank a lot of wine to make up for it...
Saturday:
Had to haul my backside from Walworth (Zone 2, south) to Southgate (Zone 4, north) for an ex-flatmate's birthday party. Bah.
Ended up in an extended bus-hopping routine across London; Nº 40 from Walworth Rd to London Bridge, Nº 43 from there to Muswell Hill and thence the Nº 299 to Southgate.
You're fascinated, of course.
Given my dirty bus-fetish (check this), I vastly enjoyed it - that and my first glimpses of the leafy suburbs of Highgate and Muswell Hill. Very chic. Mus. Hill is especially dinky, if you like that sort of thing.
Party was OK - lent a hand at the barbecue, nuked a couple of sausages to the amusement of all, discussed pelvic floor exercises (good for both men and women), internet dating (am now evangelical on the subject), the history of Malta (complicated) and then toddled off early to catch three more buses back home.
Watched Woman of The Year starring Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy, with a glass or four of wine and turned in.
Sunday:
Canadian Grand Prix and laundry.
Took Lady C to one of my favourite restaurants; 43 South Molton, nr Bond Street. Had booked a table but downstairs was hired out for a private party and we got shunted upstairs. Very nice and all but munching off a tiny Moroccan-style excuse for a table does not lend itself to three courses. We drank a lot of wine to make up for it...
Saturday:
Had to haul my backside from Walworth (Zone 2, south) to Southgate (Zone 4, north) for an ex-flatmate's birthday party. Bah.
Ended up in an extended bus-hopping routine across London; Nº 40 from Walworth Rd to London Bridge, Nº 43 from there to Muswell Hill and thence the Nº 299 to Southgate.
You're fascinated, of course.
Given my dirty bus-fetish (check this), I vastly enjoyed it - that and my first glimpses of the leafy suburbs of Highgate and Muswell Hill. Very chic. Mus. Hill is especially dinky, if you like that sort of thing.
Party was OK - lent a hand at the barbecue, nuked a couple of sausages to the amusement of all, discussed pelvic floor exercises (good for both men and women), internet dating (am now evangelical on the subject), the history of Malta (complicated) and then toddled off early to catch three more buses back home.
Watched Woman of The Year starring Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy, with a glass or four of wine and turned in.
Sunday:
Canadian Grand Prix and laundry.
posted by Scattergun @ 2:33 pm
1 Comments:
At 2:49 pm,
Inane said…
I can also highly recommend pelvic floor exercises also, having practiced them both in the gym and on the floor at home - just don't be afraid of lying on your back and waving your crotch area in the air in public... (...and doing the exercises...)
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