Yay! I’ve got Friday night in tonight and I can’t wait. There’s loads of housework to be done since my landlord is coming round at the crack of stupid-o-clock tomorrow but I expect I will just sit in front of the telly with a bar of chocolate and a pint of Baileys. Mmmm.

Last night T and N and I went to the local posh-nosh place. It was a thank-you to N for helping me clean my flat in London ages ago and a cheer-up to T for having a shit week. (And a treat for foodie me). It was a really good evening. T is clearly at home in posh environments and helped me feel more relaxed (and I suspect, N too). The Maitre’d was a trifle smarmy but not overly so, and the food…… the food! Everything was drizzled this and pan-fried that, veggies I’d never heard of and the oddest combination of foods. But it worked. I think I’ll have to go back. Lots. Despite the horrific cost.

I’m starting to feel the limitations of living in a small town. The choice of venue for evenings out is quite limited, the shops are too, even in the nearest large shopping centre. As an ex-Londoner, I’m used to being able to pop out to Camden Market, or Portobello, or any one of a number of different quirky places to get unusual presents for people. Now I’m stuck with high street chains,. Which is fine for clothes etc, but presents, in my opinion (never humble) should be more individual. Ah well, the up-sides outweigh the down. And maybe I’m not looking hard enough.

Bizarre joke;
Q: If you weigh a whale in a whale-weigh (think railway) station, where do you weigh a pie?
A: Somewhere over the rainbow. Sing it… somewhere over the rainbow, weigh a pie…

Nah, I didn’t really see how that worked either. Ah well.