Spring. Or something very like it.

A lazy start then we threw ourselves into cleaning, dejunking and IKEA furniture self assembly. The Dizzle acted as foreman and did a pretty good job, switching between directive and listening leadership styles. As is usual with IKEA it was a couple of awkward bastard screws that caused us problems; we will finish the job tomorrow.

London was lovely. There were people in shorts, bright blue skies, and tables outside cafes with actual people at them.

We met up with D&M at borough market, by which time we had already spent too much money on olives, truffle oil and hazelnut brittle. It could have been worse. In the days when we ate cheese we would enter the place solvent and leave it near bankrupt.

Went to the politically incorrectly named Mad Hatter for a couple of beers. The years roll away like pebbles down a mountainside when you are with old friends. Could have sat there all night but hunger set in and we tracked back to the chaotic Real Greek and stuffed our faces. They made up for giving us the wrong bill by presenting us with shots of dessert wine (they always cock something up in that place; on really bad days we’ve had free meals out of them but the staff are friendly).

Great day. Sweet on every level. I’m as happy as Larry - whoever he is.