- went back to bed at 9 and slept until 12.30,
- caught the bus the quarter mile to Crouch End, and...
- ate mushrooms and scrambled eggs in a cafe whilst finishing Brideshead Revisited.
Walking home was bordering on treacherous, and I cursed the slush as I snaked my way back on the dried out patches. Now I am home, on my favourite armchair and refusing to move. I have purchased the necessary ingredients for fairy buns, but have no inclination to assemble them.
Almost looking forward to work tomorrow. It'll be a nice short week.
* this blog does not contain the word s**w at all, unlike every other feckin blog written by me and others in the past week