So handy to have feet that can peel fruit. I’ve been working on a project that I really enjoy but the tight deadline has driven me slightly bananas (hence the above pic). I’m in the home straight now, better get back to it.
I (sadly only briefly) met up with Sarah McIntyre and husband Stuart, and Will Kirkby for a pint in a recommended pub in Borough on Friday night. An A-Z was required to navigate through the dark and meandering Victorian streets, but cozy beer treats awaited at the Lord Clyde.
According to the blurb, the pub is located near the site of the Tabard Inn (starting point for Chaucer’s Canterbury pilgrims) and Dickens lodged nearby whilst Dickens Snr. was locked up in the Marshalsea debtors prison on Borough High Street. We only talked about comics, of course.
One of the downsides of working at home in winter is the extra cost of having to heat your home during the day. Thankfully, southern England is some distance from the Arctic circle so hypothermia is unlikely if I leave the heating off. But a few extra layers are required – this is how I accessorize for my day at the coalface.
The throw goes over the knees in the style of a Victorian invalid. The long johns were bought for a skiing trip to Austria in 1988. I’m not sure if it’s right to be proud of having underwear that’s twenty years old.