Sushi!

First up *tarra* (blowing of bugles) a trip to the RSA through the rain drenched streets to hand in *tarra* the iPhone photae masterpiece. A quick flick at the entrant list though, revealed that every man and their dog (apologies for the sexism) had been successful in getting entries in. Now there's just the terror of waiting till Wednesday to hear whether I've survived the final round of culling. Then on for a bit of thrilling domesticity - looking round John Lewis. That bloody 55" Sony 4K TV could easily talk its way into the gaff, that's for sure. All that did though was a slotted spoon.
Then on take in some art - photos at the Portrait Gallery - before a sit on a stool up in Harvey Nicks at the Sushi bar. Yeah! But there's nowhere to hang one's coat! How very shabby.