… starting off with drinks in The Bishop’s Finger with Matt on Friday evening after one of his visits to St George’s hospital in Tooting. He assured us (Cat, Hazel and I) that he wasn’t looking at avian flu…. phew.
Next stop was Pho on St John Street for a tasty bowl of noodle soup, with summer and spring rolls for starters, and Beer Lao to wash everything down.
Saturday morning was a lazy affair with newspapers, coffee and croissants before we got our act together for a stroll through Smithfield and St Pauls, over the wobbly bridge to the Tate Modern for a quick look at Rachel Whiteread’s Embankment, aka Dougal’s sugar cubes, then along the south side of the Thames through Borough Market and on past London Bridge to More London where we paused for a bagel and a coffee before heading back to the Barbican via a typically deserted weekend City.
We took the bus down to Clapham Junction where Cat got to see Hazel’s revamped flat and to meet Luke, and after a cup of tea we moved on to a couple of glasses of wine with crisps and The X Factor, which was subsequently (inevitably?) followed by pizza home delivery and another couple of bottles of wine and the Top 100 Horror Films.
Surprisingly, Sunday didn’t see us suffering, especially after a tasty fry up rustled up by Luke as we girls vegged out in front of the box – trying to catch up on a year’s worth of Hollyoaks plot. After clothes shopping on Northcote Road drew a blank, Cat and I headed north to Kings Cross, where Cat boarded the 14:53 to Leeds, and I the number 214 bus to Chiswell Street.
For the rest of the afternoon Phil and I indulged in a marathon session catching up on the episodes we’ve missed of The West Wing (the whole of series 5….2 down, 19 to go), accompanied by tea and cake.