Pizza good, cold bad

[millionreasons]

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.