Monday was the bank holiday, and we spent the first part of the day watching "Horton Hears A Who", previously mentiond, as was the reasonably uneventful trip to London.
Tuesday was another day at work, one that went on for a while, as thet often do. I seem to remember going back to Wembley pretty early, but that might not be right.
Wednesday night saw my first trip to Brick Lane. Brick Lane is to London what Rusholme's Curry Mile is to Manchester. Mike and I tried the delights of Letaj, and I would say it was pretty good.
Thursday evening, a bank social event. I note that most of these are on Friday, so I don't often join in. This one was a Thursday, so I went up to the Bierodrome in Islington. It wasn't bad, but eventually the hubbub of the place got to me and I left. On the way to the train, I passed one of the most famous places I had never been: the world-famous Hope & Anchor. I stopped to see who would be playing there in the near future, but I didn't recognise even one of the band names.
And Friday? I caught the 17:21, but as a result of more signal issues, the incoming crew were delayed and so I was about an hour later home than I would have hoped.
Saturday. Not very much, again, until I went to Liverpool to meet Betty and vivh at the end of what was, for them, a very long day indeed: Lucerne/Basel/Paris/London/Liverpool/Brombrough if I'm not in error. But it was nevertheless very good to see them again, especially Viv!
Sunday was well filled with services, with not too much between them. Philip spoke in the morning; Stoff spoke in the evening, if I remember correctly. After the service, Viv, Julienne, David and I all went off for a curry. Very good it was too. Fine company, fine food...you k now the sort of thing.
Monday - another work day - Mike emailed me and asked if I wanted to meet up in the evning with him and an ex-colleague: we started at the Light ( http://www.savethelight.co.uk ) and then ended up at some really dodgy place. I caught the tube home from Old Street, so I'd say it was pretty dodgy.
Tuesday - my first time leading a Toastmasters meeting for about three years. And it showed. I feel that I could have done so much better, but didn't.
Wednesday - another bank social event. This one was a quiz night. My team didn't do as well as I might have hoped either. Never mind.
Thursday - in theory, it should have been my free evening for the week. In practice, not quite so free: a voice message inviting me and the rest of the team to return to the office. We left again around half past nine, with a pizza from Pizza Express before heading back to Wembley.
That brings me to tonight, another late night at the office, but I just managed to catch the 20:46 to Crewe with onward connections to Chester and Bromborough, all being well.