There are a couple of things I could be doing, but I am savouring the quiet. Boy is it ever quiet in here today.

Over the weekend I saw L+I and still failed to sort out exactly what I'm meant to be doing when I'm housesitting, and walked Kate and Ciggy about 5 miles to the only decent pub in Streatham. Aw, that's not really fair. To the BEST pub in Streatham then. Remember? The Earl Ferrers. I love it in there. I also ate a lot of hummus.

On Saturday Chaunce and I went to the Museum of London, which was pretty cool. I almost wet my knickers laughing at one point, and I'm delighted to say we have another in-joke to add to our collection. Soon we'll be unable to converse with anyone but each other. Oh well. Bad Minton! Then we had an impromptu picnic in St Pauls churchyard and listened to a marching band. We spent the rest of the weekend drinking Kronenburg, doing the washing, watching Buster Keaton and sleeping. And watching the football. And cleaning the bathroom. It's ALL GO at our place.

My sis arrives dans la capital in T minus 24 hours. We're gonna meet up late on Weds morning and picnick one off before heading back to Streats to get ready to see Avenue Q. Which park do you reckon we should picanic in? I think St James'. Secretly I want to go to Battersea Park and go to the zoo again but I think that might be cramming too much stuff in one day. We can always go on Thurs morning if we're that keen. And there will be pelicans. And it's easy to get to. That's me pretty much decided!

We will have hummus and stuffed olives and prosecco and crusty bread and strawberries and carrot sticks and so on and so forth. Man, it will be tasty. I have bought a cool bag in preparation. I am a little bit excited, not least with NOT BEING AT WORK! Woo!! That's my favourite bit.