Well that was nice and dry, I did manage to succeed in avoiding any of the rain.
Unfortunately the dryness meant that the fireworks display on Clapham Common managed to attract a lot of people. Now you would think that an area which is served by two Underground stations, and innumerable bus routes would be an obvious place to travel to by public transport. Apparently not, given the almost total gridlock of cars around it.
How thick do you have to be to try and drive to an event like that? The chances of finding a parking place where also nil, unless you counted sitting stuck in the traffic as being parked.
I arrived home to find someone trying to deliver Chinese Takeaway to my house. To someone female... who lived upstairs... ? Presumably also someone who couldn't give their address clearly enough over the phone. I'd have been tempted to accept it, but it looked to be a lot more food than even a hungry cyclist, and his small black furry feline companion could have eaten.
Talisker did appear pretty rapidly, which suggests that his Chinese-Takeaway-dar had been triggered, but it was not about to be satisfied.
