Raining in London

I know you're surprised, but despite the weather the feted 30th-point-five BBQ was a good times evening of catching up on the latest Dalstonian happenings. I did feel a pang of regret for ever leaving, until I looked up and got wet. But, in the end, the dampness brought all those memories into sharp relief: the smells (spunk trees), the flavours (red stripe and curry), the colours (so many shades of grey - but without an eskimonian vocabulary to describe them). Oh London, how I loved thee.