Thursday, 20th July.
After a day in which the only highlights were a security
alert resulting in severe delays on the Picadilly line and the
reappearance of the mohawked sunbather at lunch, I was finding the
greatest pleasure in the smallest things. Like wearing t-shirt,
shorts and thongs down to the shop after work. (for English readers,
thongs = flipflops, not a skimpy piece of underwear) And then
when I was making some scrambled eggs for tea (what a gourmet) the
two eggs I cracked were both double yolks! Woo-hoo!