Was a bit scared to wake up yesterday as I went to bed with the room spinning (well, a little bit) and a tummy recently full of wonderful Hoegaarden bière blanche. On Monday I had been in town for an interview and afterwards caught up with Cliff for a few cold beverages...strangely, I didn't see any of the sights I usually see when I'm in town. No twins, no freaks, no geeks...except myself. After a short diversion into Chinatown I saw Cliff safely onto the bus, walked back to the tube through and extremely quiet Leicester Square (see photo) and got back home with no (self-inflicted) incidents. Didn't trip, didn't introduce myself to strangers and didn't start speaking French to the person sitting opposite me on the tube. I did get a bad case of the giggles though- but not enough for anyone to think it was unusual. Just another Monday in town.
Great to see Cliff, let my hair down for a few hours and have a night out.
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