Frogs and Rosbifs

This is the pub we are trying valiantly to become regulars at. It is called the Frog and Rosbif, which are slang terms for French and English people respectively. It's lovely, and they brew their own beers in the basement. The atmosphere is great too, and the music. Lovely.

This evening we met up with two new au-pair girls, neither of whom quite made the cut into our exclusive friendship group! We find it hard to become overly enthused about other girls now because we are all such good friends. Nevermind, they were fine, and this crazy Swiss-Argentinian guy talked to us for quite a long time, and he was hilarious. D vanished for ages to go and talk to her boyfriend, and then A and K vanished when she got back and went to get cheeseburgers.

K and I got the nightbus back together but she got off near her apartment.