A taxi to the station and the two-hour trek to London formed the opening act of a very nice day. Arriving in London and making our way to Covent Garden we sat and had a coffee and tried to warm up a bit - the temperature was noticeably cooler than it had been back home.
We moved on to Maxwell’s in James Street and sat at the bar to await the arrival of the various invitees. GF’s old manager arrived (which was good as he was picking up the bill), Simon, the Mighty Atom, Deep Blue, Jean-Luc Picard, Nick, and Applecore-Phil. The following couple of hours were spent chatting, reminiscing and being reminded why retirement has no regrets. Well, none other than the fact that Gorse Fox so rarely sees these old friends. As the meal was drawing to an end the Abbot arrived and joined us for a drink (he had been involved in a recruitment event and couldn’t get away earlier).
A splendid lunch, good friends, and a good chin-wag.
When we left we decided whether to hang around or head home, and being Friday (with the legendary risks of Friday-disruption to trains) we headed back to the station. It was an uneventful trip home, and we were in before seven.
Meanwhile, the Urban-cub, who starts her new job on Monday and has just had significant car problems arise, managed to negotiate the replacement of the car with a newer model (in exchange for some coin of the realm)… so she is a happy bunny, though unlikely to have the car until Monday evening.