Piccadilly Circus

I trotted down to the Picturehouse in Piccadilly on the chance of getting a ticket to Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri.  Nae chance.  Obviously should have booked online.  The evening turned out well though as I clocked up my steps by walking to Lancaster Gate, dropped in to say hello to Mr and Mrs S, then went to The Mitre with A and drank pints of foaming ale.  I'll miss her when she goes back to Oz next week.