The Gorse Fox used to visit High Street Kensington often as a youth. The advanatage of living in Cockfosters, at the time, was that tarvel was simple. Piccadilly Line would link hime to almost any part of London easily. Forty years on it is remarkable how little it has changed - obviously there are new shop fronts and new franchises - but essentially it has changed little. (Biba seems to have gone, as does the old market).
GF got off the tube, called the Silver Vixen and wandered along the Street looking for a suitable restaurant. He chose an establishment called Balans and boy did he strike lucky. It was a limited menu but covered most bases - for an omnivore such as the Gf it was a problem - too much choice. He plumped for the Jambalaya - chorizo, clams, squid, prawns, tomato, rice and so forth. Brilliant.
GF's shoulder is no better (thanks for asking) - but he has, under SV's instruction, got some paracetemol and ibrufen. Hopefully that will allow some more successful sleep tonight.
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Sounds like a pinched nerve in your neck. Good luck...
Mmmm, may be. Think it is more likely to be a wrenched muscle from grabbing the laptop off the overhead storage on the train!
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