Choices, choices

Made it down to London eventually, after our flight wasn't delayed - they had us boarded and doors shut on time, we just didn't take off for another 45 minutes or so. Had* to meet Scobes for food and to help pick up some bottles of the good stuff, but with our not-delay, he'd got in there first and made the selections. I really don't know how, such a daunting set of shelves however tasty they are.

Mind you, he was blabbering about on the floor by the time we arrived.**




* yup, had to, that's right
** may not be strictly true