Then work. The other week I timed both routes from the pentonville road entrance to the Northern line at Kings Cross. Turns out the un-signposted one wins by over a minute. Functionally exciting times.
Work was considerable faff but on returning home I DID get to knock together a questionable veg chilli which I ate watching "A streetcar Named Desire" good God what a performance by Vivien Leigh, although you don't need me to tell you that.
Halftime pint at The owl and Pussycat with old Brainlove then back here. Bed soon, dentist tomorrow. Bum.
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