Monday

This morning starts very, very late (for me) at some time after 11am. Last night/yesterday was deeply unwise, but Unwise Sundays are surely what Bank Holiday Mondays were invented for. You only get a few a year, after all.

K is due back at some point in the early afternoon, and, aware that I haven't exactly been keeping the house in perfect nick for the last week, I quickly run to Sainsbury's in Wood Green and do some food shopping, before coming home, running the hoover round and giving the kitchen and bathroom the once over.

K gets in at around 1.30 and it's brilliant to have her home - this is, after all, the longest we've been apart in over a year. We celebrate with bacon sandwiches and a slow, tired catch-up walk up to Priory Park and back down Middle Lane.

After lolling around a bit back at home and an early dinner, I head out to catch the tube to Highbury & Islington, where I meet Will for his birthday drinks. As his present I bought tickets to see Michael Legge and Andrew Collins' Edinburgh work-in-progress show at the very nice Hen & Chickens pub/mini-theatre. They're both people I've discovered through the internet and, in particular, Twitter - Collins more so in that I've gone on to read his books and listen to both his podcasts each week more or less without fail. We also meet up with Hillary, whom I haven't seen for almost three years and is still absolutely lovely.

The show is great, with each of them doing half an hour of material to a 50-or-so strong audience (which included comedian/writer Danny Wallace - cue many of the assembled comedy nerds swarming around him afterwards). Michael Legge is brilliant in particular, and Andrew Collins' 'Secret Dancing' piece is really well done.

When they finish, the three of us take a seat outside the pub and natter away about olden times - before the realisation that tomorrow is in fact a work day sends us all home in good time.