an idiot in london


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!