Demolition

I say goodbye to Dan and walk to the office near Old Street. We have a few useful conversations before heading to Ottolenghi for our xmas lunch. The salads are lovely.

Aslak then leads us through the back roads of Islington to the Draper's Arms for a pint or two. It's further than expected - Tracey says that if she'd realised, she would have "whined earlier" ;)

I'm back on the Luton train before 5 and have a couple of hours before the flight. Which is delayed. Of course. Still, I'm home before 11.