Climate change, eh? We seem to be stuck in some weird inter-season between summer and autumn. The trees don't know whether to shed their leaves, small woodland creatures are reproducing instead of hiberanting and bears have abandoned foraging for nuts and berries and are instead taking up the violin to entertain the middle classes gathered to celebrate the 250th anniversary of Borough market.
Had a couple of pints at the Parquet Mortar with David before he succumbed to his inner Jamie Oliver and forked out £5 for some Sri Lankan tuna.
Blood sugar still behaving itself, partly due to the current scarcity of beer drinking opportunities of the above type. Work is the curse of the drinking classes, there's no doubt about that.
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