Pizza good, cold bad

We braved (or cowarded in my case) the weather to go out for Jo’s 2^nd birthday of the week, not before Steve and Alice had come round with a roll of lino for my Camberwell kitchen, and a digital camera to take a picture of Dave and I in front of my lightbox for a poster Steve is designing. We may yet be the stars of a Hepatitis C seminar. Caught the 19 up to Finsbury Park and sat eating pasta ‘n’ pizza ‘n’ profiteroles in la Porchetta under the aircon which was blowing out delicious heat. A bottle of wine later and I forgot to feel the cold on the way back down Stroud Green Road. Maybe Sweden would be more appropriate for me than Spain.

Pizza good, cold bad

We braved (or cowarded in my case) the weather to go out for Jo’s 2^nd birthday of the week, not before Steve and Alice had come round with a roll of lino for my Camberwell kitchen, and a digital camera to take a picture of Dave and I in front of my lightbox for a poster Steve is designing. We may yet be the stars of a Hepatitis C seminar. Caught the 19 up to Finsbury Park and sat eating pasta ‘n’ pizza ‘n’ profiteroles in la Porchetta under the aircon which was blowing out delicious heat. A bottle of wine later and I forgot to feel the cold on the way back down Stroud Green Road. Maybe Sweden would be more appropriate for me than Spain.