Master Forager
Yay! EWTIKINS decided to go urban foraging today, and invited PFY, and yours truly. We found Water!
Discretion (specifically, fear of drowning) proving the better part of valour, we decided to forage in PFY's house for coffee, hot chocolate, and amaretto; a session of sock removal, mopping up and drying off ensued, accompanied by squelching noises and the sound of thunder.
We were joined by the intrepid survivalist KSTA who was treated to a virtuoso display of foraging by PFy, who found some home-made mead. Clearly this man will survive the apocalypse. Emboldened, we formed a hunting party and, by skilful tracking and remorseless pursuit, we cornered an Indian Restaurant on the High Road and ate far, far too well.
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KSTA Took me clubbing to Club Mental at the Betsy Trotwood. A fun night out, very small crowd in a very small upstairs room (apparently the usual suspects are Stay Beautiful regulars, who are all at Marna's partying the night away) and with a 'houseparty' feel rather than the usual 'clubful of strangers' atmosphere. Must go again; they are all mad and I will never look at cabbages in quite the same way.