So, yes, my trip to London was to go to El Presidente's campaign team thanks bash. It was all (well, mostly) very civilised, and there was wine, and cats, and Brian Eno, and Lebanese food, and naked Jason Donovan. And I learned a few guilty secrets (Grace Goodlad is a SCOOTERIST!) chatted to various people (hello Helen and Susan!) and drank much wine. I managed to quash my feelings of being surrounded by My Betters for most of the time (apart from running away from Brian Eno very soon after shaking hands with him) and ended up having a really good time.

Stopping at Ros and Mark's baronial mansion (well, semi) was lovely too. I was somewhat nervous as to whether the cats would accept me, but it turns out I needn't have worried. Of course, Byron isn't talking to me now, because I smell of Cat, but it's worth a bit of grumpiness from the spoiltest dog in the world to have met Cincinnati and Katie. I have an odd feeling that my life is complete now that I have been served a glass of water by a baroness in a deckchair-striped dressing gown, too ;)

Lunch at The Ben Crouch was fun, although all too brief. It was lovely to see haloskitten and fracindy (you must both come and visit!) and a shame that various others couldn't make it. Good to be joined by Jon and Mark too. Highlight of lunch was almost certainly the tone-lowering competition which resulted from both Halos and I ordering sausage and mash and the many nudge nudge wink wink sausage jokes which followed... I could happily have sat there most of the afternoon. Sadly, though, I had to dash to Victoria coach station...

I think the main thing that this little jaunt has brought home to me is how much I miss the little trips to London I had lots of when Mat was living there. There are loads of people that I didn't get to see, and think perhaps I shall have to have a journey to That London again quite soon.