A quick glimpse into the weekend down in good ol' Londres.
When we made plans to meet on Saturday night for dinner, my first question was - "Can we do Pizza Express please?!". A deviation would have been unheard of. After all, for several years we had all religiously gone to the same restaurant each week. And ordered the same food. Routine and ritual are everything - ask any old and wise soul.
So last weekend found Stew, McSlurp, Macklaine and me in Pizza Express. "What's everyone going to have?" I glanced around questionningly.
"Same," said Stew
"Same," confirmed McSlurp.
"Same," nodded Macklaine.
I beamed at them. It was just as though I'd never even left.
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