A night without woofs
Lorraine enjoying not getting up. I sprang out of bed at a modest 6:30. Running down the hill to commute, tinkering with poems about Chad still. Work. Stroll at lunch. Work, but home early as there wasn't much to do. Robbie, who is working in the same office as me sporting black eyes having been head butted in a pub at the weekend. He seems philosophical about it.
Met Anton and Lorraine in the Joker. Slow service and no longer woof woof wings, but we still had a nice time chatting and fell hungrily on the food when it arrived. Nice to be out with Lorraine too, and weasel Anton out, who appears to be living a hermetic life at the moment. My Godbairns have been bought a dog by their mother. Anton a famous loather of dogs. Fond farewells, then Lorraine and I walked home and soon into bed.
A brief stroll in Hyde Park under a spitting overcast sky at lunchtime. Spring seems overdue now. Hadn't noticed these bear cubs before near the Italian Gardens.
Met Anton and Lorraine in the Joker. Slow service and no longer woof woof wings, but we still had a nice time chatting and fell hungrily on the food when it arrived. Nice to be out with Lorraine too, and weasel Anton out, who appears to be living a hermetic life at the moment. My Godbairns have been bought a dog by their mother. Anton a famous loather of dogs. Fond farewells, then Lorraine and I walked home and soon into bed.
A brief stroll in Hyde Park under a spitting overcast sky at lunchtime. Spring seems overdue now. Hadn't noticed these bear cubs before near the Italian Gardens.
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