After a last minute invitation to join Tish and Evan out in zone 4 was quickly snatched up, Weng and I enjoyed our first dinner out in a week before getting on the District line to Richmond. On the way there, we switched carriage because the busker on board was particularly rowdy, and then spent most of the journey discussing whether the guy was holding his girlfriend's handbag or his own.
Walked out to Evan's house in the freezing wind to be greeted by an exhausted looking Andrea who's bus to So'ton had got severely delayed. We all went to bed quite early, but Weng had to go and poke the cow by banging on Evan and Tish's door before legging it down the stairs elephant-style back to our room. This quickly resulted in an undercover (i.e. wearing the duvet over their heads) ambush by the aggravated duo wielding a pillow a piece. There was a lot of giggling and random forays back and forth after that, so it took a while for me to finally calm down and sleep.
Evan didn't seem to be suffering any kind of jetlag. He even got up to escort Andrea back to Heathrow to catch her bus, and we found him industrially chopping mushrooms, garlic, and chicken in the kitchen at 1030.
An interesting breakfast of pizza and omelette followed, washed down with flat Coke. Wonderful stuff first thing in the morning. One of the pizzas, some kind of beef and onion combination, seemed to dissolve on contact with saliva, and there were two omelettes, one was a peri-peri omelette, and the other, omelette au noir created by Tish with excessive use of dark soya sauce.
Shopping was interesting. Weng dutifully followed me in and out of racks and racks of flouncy, frilly blouses and skirts, while Evan and Tish ducked into all sorts of gadget shops and the men's section. It was nice being out.
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