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SA in London: Earlsfield

Yesterday Meebs and I spent the the afternoon in Earlsfield with Lise. Imagine a pretty little town (I've only been to a small part of it, so in my mind it's quite small) where everything you want is on the high street / main road (hope I've got that right?) and that's just down the road.

Anyway we hung out at Mels (hope I have that right too?) enjoying the English weather - rain!


Lise & Meebs

Lucky

We had a ladies-who-lunch afternoon, including a bottle of this:

The house white

Then after flapping up and down the high street we headed over to where Lise is staying to hang out for a while...

Lise researching a cure

Meebs & Lise in heavy debate over a proposed vaccine for swine flu - the latest terror to strike the tube

After discussing important things Meebs headed home to cook a killer mac & I headed down to 321 Earlsfield Rd to pay a visit to inhabitants there-of.

Nina & Nikki - more serious discussions

Norky & Ben - not gay

For those who didn't get to see their garden in it's full glory (including myself) on Saturday, I thought I'd let y'all see...

Flippin awesome! Those are real tulips - not plastic!

It was a cool day, and only took about an hour to get home! But I did feel very London with my Oyster card in my pocket and route planned out in my head. That was until I got to Vauxhall, planning to jump off and take the Victoria Line! I stood up before the train stopped, practicing my 'train balance' and walked to the doors. The train stopped and I waited for the doors to open. I pressed the button to open them, but the train moved off, with me still on it! However, it was a little dark outside - hope I was standing on the platform side of the train!



Lucky

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