A spiffing evening again! I was already tucking into my spud and beans when Tomsk walked in, failed to spot me and joined the Flying Helmets near the door. Huggy came in and failed to spot me too until he made his way to the bar. I wasn't hiding and my pink, albeit sweat stained, cap does rather stand out. Talk was mostly Flatlands and PBP.
Any hoo after finishing my spud I joined the others until I had to leave. I must be famous there now because as I left I overheard someone outside say "he's off to Southend". It was drizzly on departing and I ditched my trip up TMNH when it turned into a heavy shower and I decided to take the shorter route down Boreham Road. Rain stopped after Boreham and from then on it was only me and rabbits on the road.