Our plans for the weekend have fallen through, mostly because of what train companies call “adverse weather conditions”, meaning that K's brother can't make it up to London from Dorset, nor can my mum make it down from Scotland. Snow has a tendency to bring this country to a standstill – but typically if it hasn't affected London too badly it's easy to forget it's so bad elsewhere.
All this means is that K and I now have a free weekend when it had looked like being packed – which is actually quite nice. We wander down to Sainsbury's in the morning and manage to get back in good time, watching last night's brilliant Peep Show on 4OD before giving the flat a nice spring clean. After what feels like a productive Saturday, at least domestically, we decide to head out towards Crouch End. Along Hornsey Road we decide to treat ourselves to a takeaway from the chippy, so equipped with open bags of battered sausage and chips we make our way, greasily, up Middle Lane towards the Broadway.
Tim and Jenny have just finished eating at the Kings Head, so we join them and all four of us loll around on the comfy sofas, full to the brim on a Saturday evening. I have a pint of Old Rosie but quickly switch back to beer, fearing the devastation of an Old Rosie night – especially after last night had turned out to be such a late one. As it happens we don't stay out very late, making our way home well before closing time to get an early night.
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