Mercifully, given my rapidly deteriorating mental state, K gets home this evening. Yes, I have to get up and go to work on my own (though sensibly I make sure to wash the mounting dishes, run the hoover around and empty the bins before I go), but when I get back from the office it is only minutes until she's back through the door. She arrives at around 6, laden with a much heavier suitcase than when she went away and with a digital camera full of stories. I get my presents - a bottle of Jack Daniels (something I always seem to get from America), a cool "I'm Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs" t-shirt and various iterations of M&M chocolate that only proves how well my fiancee knows me. She starts to tell me all about her trip when we decide that since neither of us can be bothered to cook that we should go out to celebrate her return. I call up Banner's in Crouch End and book us a table for 8 o'clock.
We wander over to Crouch End through the surprisingly warm evening, and get to the restaurant in good time. I order a well done burger which turns out to be pretty stunning, while K merrily tucks into a rather impressive-looking swordfish steak. After dinner we head to The Queens and meet up with Mike, Ant and Kelli for a couple of late pints. It's nice to see all of them and to hear K excitedly tell each of us stories of Alcatraz, Ventura and Monday Night Football. We stroll happily back towards Turnpike Lane after last orders - both utterly full, utterly content and utterly knackered.
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