Let me take you by the hand...

It was one of those days off that didn't quite turn out as planned. We both had to work on the train between Manchester and London, and then because we couldn't check in for a while, find a pub where I could finish off what I needed to do. So we repaired to the Exmouth Arms, where we've been two or three times before, and Izzy joined us for some lunch, which was lovely. 

We'd come down for our friend Katie's 'cancerversary', which was being held in Fitzrovia but I'd also arranged for us to meet up with Simon, Frank and Dean beforehand, so we had a few drinks in the Phoenix Artist Club, before going off to the main event. 

It was a nice do, actually, in the upstairs room at the Coachmakers, with plenty of people to talk to, and we stayed until closing, after which The Minx and I walked back to our hotel. On Euston Road we came across Sir Anthony Gormley's 'Reflection 2001'. The casts were made from his own body so here is the Minx, holding his hand. Kind of.

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Diet news
-3.2kg. Still. So no news.