Simply walking from work to meet Eddy in Covent Garden sure does pose a lot more to write than one would have ever thought. I found my local supplier of chocolate soy milk… that’s what happens when you wander into the health food and supplements store.
I wandered on and saw a kid with weird pigmentation on his face. I felt bad for him. Then I got closer and it looked like sunburn. Then I got closer and it was obviously from skiing. I hate him.
Wandering on some more and I passed a guy with a small kid who decided, at the very moment that I was passing them, to spit very close to my shoes. What’s wrong with kids (in general)?!
Speaking of which, I went up to March to visit the family. Dominic was keen to do some cooking so we baked muffins (which were actually made out of a cake mix and turned into cupcakes). Highlight of my weekend: insisting to Dominic that I didn’t believe he “couldn’t” crack an egg, showing him the easy way of doing it and being almost as excited as he was when he managed it without dropping ANY egg shell in! It was exciting for me.