I love you, Dyson

I’m exhausted. Thank God it’s Friday.

It started on Saturday. Lunch with Siri at The Drapers Arms and then all over Islington to explore, with stops at 4-pinter The Compton Arms and 3-pinter 25 Canonbury Lane.

Then there was Sunday and lunch with Rutton at The Ladbroke Arms and then dinner with Gerry, Ben, Matt and Carolyn at Little Bay. (Write-up pending.) Followed by a few beers at Stonch’s pub.

I won’t bore you with the details of Monday and Tuesday. (Less drinking, more running.) But Wednesday meant drinks at The East Room with Ben and John and then more drinks and a few courses at the Bacchus farewell party with Trig’s Dad, Pete from This Edible Life, and Roshani from Living to Eat. Oh and Ben from Food & Drink! 

And last night meant a return to Fifteen, but the trattoria this time. And it was honestly one of the most disappointing meals I’ve had in a while. I had the aubergine and I would have skinned it and de-cored it if I were them. And I don’t cook. Plus it was a tad cool. And it just didn’t taste good.

But the meal was slightly redeemed by my excitement over the presence of my little friend here, Dyson. I love Dyson Airblades. In Tokyo, I saw this style of machine all over. It just seems to be Dyson who has popularized it here.

So hey, the Olympic Opening Ceremonies are today. I think I may take advantage of Summer Hours at the office and veg out on the sofa for the rest of this afternoon.

Have a good weekend. And get some rest!