Pretty good weekend. Fun beers on Friday, fun hangover-taunting on Saturday, fun going for a walk by the lake, then lazing around drinking coffee in parks on Sunday.
I got a proper local haircut on Friday. By which I mean, I didn't wuss out and go to a complete ex-pat place (though the hairdresser turned out to be an Italian who lived in London anyway). According to the husband, I now look more european, though still having long hair.
It is barbecue season (no, not what you USians call barbecue) but I still lack a barbecue. Made up for it by filling the apartment with smoke from cooking chicken on the ridged grill pan. Nearly as good, with the added advantage of pan-gravy to dress the salad leaves in.
A headline in the local Metro equivalent translates as "Londoners elect joke candidate". Oh dear.
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