Scandalously late in for work today and discovered that, after the Oktoberfest, much of the agency quite subdued in the morning.
Mum and Mase have returned from Toronto. Spoke to mum and caught up with some of the latest news. Including Mase losing Toby and Romy's address en route and having an adventure with an angelic Sikh taxi driver who put him up for the night. Mum also visited Joan and Dick down in Deviation Road and really enjoyed herself. Tobs and Romy's place sounds excellent and I am looking forward to seeing it.
Otherwise, for me, it was a day of two Maxes.
Went out for a late birthday lunch for bouncy Max and some of her posse at The Old Fire Station in Hammersmith, which fortunately is no longer a fire station but a bar and restaurant. Very themed, even down to the urinals which are red fire buckets. The FB unable to make it due to work commitments. I was sitting next to Max who was making me feel her baby when it moved, and when it didn't she was jabbing at it to get it kicking and headbutting back as befits a Max/FB hybrid. As the food was served the girls began an earnest conversation about how you can tell your baby has defecated in your womb as your waters break, which had me toying unenthusiastically with my spaghetti.
After work much chatting again in the bar, I was led there by the bad FB who left shortly afterwards with Max. On bicycles. Max is an astonishing person really, cycling to work seven months pregnant. From behind she looks absolutely like her old self, but from the side it is a different matter.
Then fell into conversation with Max the Mentor, Mike Ferg and Nick. Eventually me and Max the M decided to make an evening of it and had a curry. Max the M and me are in a very similar position in that our partners are in New York. In fact Max is off to NYC soon to see her partner, and was asking if she could meet MJ.
Was blissful to be at home, though. Fridays are fab.
Mum and Mase have returned from Toronto. Spoke to mum and caught up with some of the latest news. Including Mase losing Toby and Romy's address en route and having an adventure with an angelic Sikh taxi driver who put him up for the night. Mum also visited Joan and Dick down in Deviation Road and really enjoyed herself. Tobs and Romy's place sounds excellent and I am looking forward to seeing it.
Otherwise, for me, it was a day of two Maxes.
Went out for a late birthday lunch for bouncy Max and some of her posse at The Old Fire Station in Hammersmith, which fortunately is no longer a fire station but a bar and restaurant. Very themed, even down to the urinals which are red fire buckets. The FB unable to make it due to work commitments. I was sitting next to Max who was making me feel her baby when it moved, and when it didn't she was jabbing at it to get it kicking and headbutting back as befits a Max/FB hybrid. As the food was served the girls began an earnest conversation about how you can tell your baby has defecated in your womb as your waters break, which had me toying unenthusiastically with my spaghetti.
After work much chatting again in the bar, I was led there by the bad FB who left shortly afterwards with Max. On bicycles. Max is an astonishing person really, cycling to work seven months pregnant. From behind she looks absolutely like her old self, but from the side it is a different matter.
Then fell into conversation with Max the Mentor, Mike Ferg and Nick. Eventually me and Max the M decided to make an evening of it and had a curry. Max the M and me are in a very similar position in that our partners are in New York. In fact Max is off to NYC soon to see her partner, and was asking if she could meet MJ.
Was blissful to be at home, though. Fridays are fab.
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