Taking the scenic route

Having been back up in Scotland for a week or so and doing lots of work plus catching up, got back to London on Saturday afternoon and pretty much spent the rest of the day lounging on the couch, watching old films, catching up on episodes of ER and others taped while we were away, indulging on Kettle Chips and pizza, cursing Man U's inability to beat Blackburn (I had a flutter on them!) and then falling asleep in front of Match of the Day.

Sunday morning wasn't much more active as we were both knackered and happy to take advantage of first opportunity to have a lazy lie-in for what seems like ages. But eventually our batteries were recharged and we thought we'd tackle our 'things to do in London' list once more. We decided to stay close to home and headed along to the London Bridge Experience incorporating the London Tombs. The first part was a tour through the history of the London Bridge area and mostly involved a series of actors playing different (in)famous London characters and generally imparting bits of information about London. It was a bit heavy on the acting and light on information for me, but it was ok. Then it was onto the Tombs, which came with a warning that under 11's should probably give it a miss as should those of a nervous disposition. After donning hard hats and high-vis bibs we trooped through a series of strobe-lit caverns with all kinds of things along the way designed to instill fear into the strongest of hearts! Good fun in a pointless kind of way!

Then it was on to Islington to meet up with my friend Lindsay, who was on a flying visit to London from Chile via Norway and Scotland (so international, my friends!). Having checked out the address on our A-Z, I led Kevin up to the outskirts of Islington, a good mile-long walk from the nearest tube and through streets that were pretty un-Islington like until we got to the street where the pub was meant to be - only to find not a building site. Hmmm. I began to wonder if I'd got something wrong and sure enough, a phone call confirmed that we should be in Roseberry Avenue (not the Roseberry Place I'd navigated us to). Cue much maligning of my planning and organisational skills from Kevin.

Luckily we were able to jump on a bus straight to the right venue and were relieved to find a warm welcome at the Wilmington Arms. A good hour or two of catching up then it was home time, via the local curry house. Healthy eating starts again today!