On the way back I stupidly forgot about the engineering works on the Central Line and we ended up getting the bus from Bank to Bethnal Green. Sandy actually liked this as it gave him a chance to see some more of London (he likes the architecture in the City, which I think is weird), but it took so bloody long. I was vaguely thirsty almost as soon as we got on the tube at Camden Town, and by the time we got home I felt like one of those cartoons of blokes crawling across the desert. Why do tube stations all have chocolate machines and nothing to drink?
And I have just had a nice roast beef dinner, which makes me feel a lot more human. Sorry if this is turning into a food diary, but trying to do calorie counting without scales or any of my usual foods has been an interesting challenge. Fortunately my calorie counting book has a section entitled 'at the carvery' - so I was able to have a bit of Yorkshire pub with a clear conscience
We're traveling home overnight tomorrow, so I shan't see LJ until Tuesday - after which normal service will be (briefly) resumed.
[*said teenagers are all lovely, I hasten to add, but there are such a lot of them, and our musical tastes don't exactly coincide...]