We stroll into central London via the Thames River, taking in the sites and trying to keep warm.
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| Very tempting to go for a dip |
We then lunch at PingPong, a pleasant dumpling joint.
It is here that a I manage to up-end a bowl of Hoi Sin sauce into my lap and over my trousers: but tragedy is averted as the waiter noticing my distress returns with a fresh bowl of sauce.
Now, with an indelible stain on my escutcheon(look it up)
we brave the boxing day sales in search of a pair of Hoi Sin coloured trousers in order to avert another such event-big success!
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| The Mad Hatter for Ella |
Thoroughly frozen and exhausted we repair to a fine pub where we become reacquainted with the joys of English ales.
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| "A pint of everything you've got, my good man" |
This pub is fortuitously opposite a Five Guys fine eating establishment, so choice for evening victuals is, as the bard himself would put it, "a no-brainer".
By taxi back to our flat and then to beddy-byes.
We then lunch at PingPong, a pleasant dumpling joint.
It is here that a I manage to up-end a bowl of Hoi Sin sauce into my lap and over my trousers: but tragedy is averted as the waiter noticing my distress returns with a fresh bowl of sauce.
we brave the boxing day sales in search of a pair of Hoi Sin coloured trousers in order to avert another such event-big success!
This pub is fortuitously opposite a Five Guys fine eating establishment, so choice for evening victuals is, as the bard himself would put it, "a no-brainer".
By taxi back to our flat and then to beddy-byes.
LOL...a "no-brainer". Like father, like son...like grandson. We have photographic evidence of Oliver's first Grand Tofu experience.
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