Arellcat, OTVP, over a table and a cuppa this evening in "Look Mum No Hands" in Old St.
I'd nearly decided to spend a second teatime in Pizza Express! I'd had my fill of mental car and taxi drivers though and rather fancied the more familiar environment of bikes, wooden tables and music, so I gave my GPS a workout and parked myself and Henrietta Brompton inside the cafe, whereupon Steph arrived.
Tea, hot chocolate, caramel shortbread and conversation was much better than eating pizza by myself.
Steph suggested I take the Tube back to the hotel, it being quicker and less frenetic than dicing in traffic. I said something about that costing money when I could just ride my bike instead. I then spent the next 45 minutes playing cat and mouse along roads I didn't know, shouting at taxi drivers, and generally agog at how busy it all was.
