Well, Mr H kept saying ‘we should do more different things, get away from south west London’ – hence we have just boarded a train heading for home at Hackney Wick rather than Hampton Wick.
Just been to see the London Lions play basketball against Cheshire Phoenix at the Copper Box in the Olympic Park. Very close game, most of which I spent wondering why the crowd was shouting ‘Ryan’ when there didn’t seem to be a player called that on court. Eventually twigged it was – durr- ‘Lions’.
Nice beer with Nurse and Sophie before the game at the Jugged Hare in Barbican. Best bar nibbles in ages – no chance Veganuary happening in that house of meaty pleasures.
Oh good, only another 45 minutes, one more tube and a walk till we’ll be back home, for a rapturous Scrumpy welcome. Is this why SW London is just so much more tempting for a night out??!