Just gotten back from sushidogs tea party, a thoroughly civilised affair, which will, doubtless, be documented by others better than I can hope to do here. It was good to put some faces to names, though, and some fine buns and scones prepared by our wonderful hostess.
I knew I was in the right place when I saw the Diablo and the Sera parked outside, Milton Keynes residents can only aspire to owning a Lambourghini, this must belong to a visitor.
Beyond the wheels, the topics of conversation ranged between extreme barbeques, patenting an ingenious spicy easy cook food system, inappropriate ‘costumes’ for Whitby and some jam that ‘tasted like a flat I once lived in’.
The journey home was unmarred by traffic despite promises of ten miles of queues, I was, however, given a much needed awakening by a 60mph skid towards an unimpressed looking fox with just a couple of miles to go. Avoided, apparently without major stress to either party.
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