I'm on a Rail Replacement Bus Service crawling through Tooting on my
way to Lindsey's birthday party in Clapham. Normally I'd be delighted
to do anything in Clapham as it's only 15 minutes away by tube but the
Northern Line isn't running between Stockwell and Morden this weekend
so chaos reigns.
It's been beautifully warm and sunny today so Andy and I tackled part
of the Wandle Trail. It's really rather lovely as most of it is
through parks. We discovered a city farm really close to our house and
also visited Morden Hall for the first time. I think we'll take Ian
and Kristin there next weekend as there's a National Trust cafe - they
tend to be very good. I do have photos but I'm blogging from my phone
so will have to upload them tomorrow.
We went to a fancy bar by the Thames yesterday after work for one of
Andy's colleagues' leaving do. It was very nice with some delicious
cocktails but our wallets are considerably lighter today. They were
all really friendly though, which was nice. Shame they all live quite
far away so aren't very easy to socialise with.
Tonight is an 80s party so I'm pretending to be Debbie Harry with
frizzy hair, pink leggings and a Blondie top. I know, I know, it's
unlikely Debbie would wear a top with a picture of herself on it, but
I worried nobody would guess who I was without it. Andy's dressed as
Magnum PI and has a chest wig and stick-on moustache. We look great.
We're off to an infamous nightclub called Infernos which my boss and
other ex-Fast Streamers were exchanging tales
of exciting/awful nights out at when we went out for curry on Tuesday.
I felt so left out at the time but after tonight I too will have tales
of people vomiting on the dancefloor to regale dinner parties with.
Back to staring out the window. I hate this bus.