London... in spring. We arrived unscathed, strangely enough. It's a lovely time of year to be here, although it can play havoc with the respiratory system. The flowers are magnificant. Magnolias, roses, poppies, love in the mist, wildflowers galore. Even the ladybugs are getting frisky.
Ultra mucho thanks must go to Vic [you're a star] and Pete for putting up with us for so long. And to all of you haven't seen their little grubnut.... here he is in all his glory. He's usually alot happier than that. Alister Graham Bell would you believe. Cute isn't he.
Highlights of our stay so far have been late night soirees with the norfside massive, some cracking good curries, Club Azuli, 2nd hand clothes shopping, and a vast array of readily available but sometimes warmish beer.
So far it's been great, although the re-locating process is never easy. We'll be moving to Turnpike Lane on the weekend, into a little room in a share flat on Lausanne Rd. Further details will follow.