The whole moving thing is slowing now. For three days Tom, Louise and I have been piling, sorting, moving and faffing all manner of crap and a whole lot of it to. We’re beginning to feel more at home, the jungle, which started off fairly quiet, is getting louder progressively :-).

Tonight we did the walk to the tube to meet Dan and Nikki, we went to the pub next to Parson’s Green for food. Man the food! Duck salad with panchetta and potatoes. It was really nice but not exactly what I expected from pub food. Fulham is pretty much the porsche town I expected and that kind of makes me a bit like a stereotype, but then I don’t look like any of the suit-wearers in the pub. However, none of the bar staff are going to be saying goodbye at the end of the night like you would in the King’s Arms.

The radio stations are a lot better though…