To St Pancras Champagne Bar, the longest champagne bar in Europe didn't you know, for a birthday drink with my sister. It was disappointing. So disappointing we hovered at the entrance for a bit before slinking off to a caff nearby. Maybe I was expecting too much, but I was imagining, like, a really really long bar? Full of people, many of them drinking champagne. Some of them eyeing each other up, maybe. It's not long. It's not even short. It's round. Like a little round bar you'd get at any old terminus. True, the seats chunder off in a long, thin train-like line against the platform, low down and intimate. Fine if you're with a group of people you want to be with and not be disturbed by anything other than trains going in and out. The roof was good though. And the statue. The caff was so so.
Back to school/work day 2 today. The plan is forming:
500 good words a day on the novel, no more, no less
1 mile run, 5 laps of football field or equivalent, no more, no less
1 mini-lesson of Michel Thomas Advanced French (nicely mini and not as advanced as all that - yet)
Plus work work. I did the email today saying am available, so last days of relative freedom.
Bye bye, thanks for visiting, come again soon.