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Birthday weekend. Last night was disorganised fun with boyfriend. Quick drinks after work, then fish and chips, debating what to do, then settling on our local pub, and 12.5% Hoegarden and red wine. And tonight is meal night, i.e. reason for living on a plate and through decor. We're going back to Les Trois Garcons, the restaurant we went to last year for my 22nd birthday which is stunning. And we're doing cocktail first in their attached cocktail lounge. And this is all east London so we don't have to travel far, not that it's going to stop us from taking a taxi.

It's freezing cold here though. But I still managed to make it to the market to buy gourmet cheese and sausage for a snack because our reservations are for 9:45pm tonight, with cocktails starting at 9pm. Now my day consists of reading the paper, eating cupcakes, snuggling on the sofa, and listening to football, the latter of course is not by choice. Maybe I'll put a Hitchcock on. And only 3 more days of work left until Christmas holiday. We're back in Birmingham on the 21st I think, then perhaps off to Belgium on 26th if someone doesn't buckle down and commit to new years plans.