Copy-pasting from my iPAQ (the handheld computer, the pocket pc, the light of my life and fire of my loins):
Aw, London. Sprawling and crowded, overpriced everywhere but in fresh produce markets & Desi restaurants in Brick Lane, but also familiar, welcoming, and warm in the literal and metaphorical sense, with lovely friends old & new, and could this any more sound like a mix between a travel report and a Hallmark card?
So, the day, what I did, during:
( The BBC, Wallace, and some serious park-ing )
On my way home again, actually:kangeiko will be cookin´ a nice red Thai curry for us. I´m bringing the chicken. Already feeling all manly, rowr.