Dinner Date

A nice end to be pretty crap day - crap being the operative way.

My day started with a York station pigeon using me for target practice which resulted in a trip to the ladies to de-poo hair, coat and trolly case.

When I got to London, God crapped on me because when I walked out of St James tube it was torrential rain and I got soaked. Got soaked again when I left the office to go to my teeny, tiny hotel room.

A quick commute to Richmond in soggy shoes to meet RobT for a dinner date.

Very nice it was too.