We ended up at the Mexican restaurant just up from the station, on the corner. Mexicali or something like it. We had a mixed starter, burritos for the main and washed it down with orange juice, water and tea (John) and coffee (me).
Then John took me on a tour of the sights of the Notting Hill/Kensington area before we ended up back at the hotel, where I made John some tea and he was coerced into checking some websites before Viv publishes them.
Then after John had gone, I talked to Viv about the evening before clambering in to bed at a late hour.
This morning was reasonably straightforward, as it should have been, as I picked out the usual things for breakfast. The Central Line later was just as you might expect.
Just before lunch I popped out to try to open a business bank account. Remember the old days when you could open an account without a raft of documentation to prove that their assumption that you are a money launderer is in fact unfounded? Hmmmm.
There were some data issues at work today, resulting in it being a later night than the others have been so far. I got to Liverpool Street just before seven, and was queueing for a bagel at Ixxy's and pretending that the person behind the counter was competent. I gave up and got myself a baguette instead.
And all the time, the PA system was calling for Inspector Sands to come to the West Mall Retail. Eventually, I wandered down to the platform and ate my baguette, before getting on a train back to Holland Park. And here I am, finishing off an evening reasonably early for once.