Ahh. A quiet night - wagammas noodles for one, and early to bed. And early to rise, in time to see the sun creeping above the horizon. A compelling vision, watching the fingers of greed in the City being painted red, then white. And finally, the very top of the toweing innuendo (The erotic guerkin) turning red.
Its been fun staying six tube stops north of the City, but todays the last day. And given the "crime lines" capacity problems, where every londoner crams into one carriage and tests out antiperpirant, its not something I'd enjoy doing every day.