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I don't normally hand my phone over to others, but today was such a nice day, it now being both spring and British Summer Time, that hubby and I took a post-work walk across Regent's Park to the pub. We commemorated this glorious event with a pint of cider and a silly blog photo pose.
This one has a decent garden but the commute isn't so good. That, and I'd get tired of spelling 'Alcázar' for other people all the time.
If it's Saturday, it must be Seville. (At the front of the bull ring, to be more specific.)
In Europe, everyone's car is small, which helps drivers to manoeuvre into tight parking spaces and squeeze through narrow alley ways. This guy, parked near the Marylebone market, clearly missed the memo.
Had a really nice lunch of genuine homemade tapas at the (temporary) flat of the Spanish girl on exchange to our office. Had fun trying to follow the conversation among her, another Spaniard, and a Venezuelan. It's all here.
Who doesn't love a rainy night in Temple Bar? Could have done without the gale force winds on airport approach though.
Went for dim sum before seeing the Prince Charles' screening of Borat. Both food and film were enjoyable yet went by more quickly and with somewhat less substance than expected.
Was going to dinner last night, just minding my own business, emerging from the relevant tube stop. And lo.
