for the sun

I spent a stupid amount of time at the gym and skipping etc. Finally I made it to South Kensington to meet Connie and it was getting chilly. I'd eaten a large baguette on the tube. The passenger next to me crossed their legs away and wiped off bits of stray crumb. I was hungry! The students opposite were carrying big placards 'fight war not wars'. Connie suggested I have a quick wine tasting, so it was a light rose and an Australian pinot grigio before I went on my way. The plans for the picnic slightly firmer. The Hyde Park Family History Centre was again closed so back to central London. The summery air had gone so off to the sauna for some fun and, as it turns out, a massage, very useful. I met Miranda on the way. I emerged blinking into the darkness and joined the queue for Shinky Shonky. It was someone's birthday. The DJ was very friendly but his tunes were terrible, and very loud. Still he did say 'I had the moves'. I made an undignified exit and went to WigOut where I met Mark from Northern Ireland. I danced outrageously, there were several comments (complaints?). I escaped for some life-giving sleep after a quick snog. I can't wait for the sun.