Birthday Flowers.
Back at work today after my weekend off. Hooray. Spent most of it in bed and on Sunday spent a really cool day with Adrian. We went to one of my favorite pubs in Notting Hill
and then to Cousin Adrian's house for more food with Oscar and Indira.
Would have been so much better if it hadn't rained like a son of unmarried parentage, all day.
With each step, a squelch of cold, dirty, London street water got washed up the back of my trainers and against the inside leg of my jeans and then by some nasty twist, into my shoe. The 'Flare' shape of my jeans acted like some sadistic funnel and my shoes, socks and half my jeans were drenched by the time I got to Cousin A's house.
I had a fight with the other Adrian on the way and smashed my crappola umbrella against the pavement in an effort to calm myself. Didn't work.
My family are all wincing and thanking their lucky stars/deity of choice that they were on another continent. Don't blame them.
Bad fit of the evils.
Indira kindly lent me her hair and tumble dryers so the return trip was only mildly uncomfortable.