"The beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad/So I had one for dessert..."

To St Pancras International Train Station with H-Lo for a potter and a coffee.  Hadn't been since the refurbishment.  The Eurostar level was very sleek, modernist and quiet -- as train travel was always meant to be in the future.  Barely a soul around -- just trains sitting silently.  Downstairs -- full of people, and posh cafes.  Couldn't find the Champagne Bar.  Wish I'd had my passport and a couple of hundred quid spare -- had the urge to hit Paris.

To The Social, and a chance encounter on Oxford Street with LaLa.  Not been to The Social for centuries...  Diff'rent times.  Later, there were mussels.  And too much wine with Mark Upstairs.

And today to the Royal Inn for Alison's birthday.  Good to see Katrina, Shenda et famille.  Hatching New Year plans...