erm, or we could go to Urth. . .

I'm having the fruit salad (it's big enough to share!)

and then I'll be ordering a piece of pecan pie (or perhaps the coconut custard pie)(or maybe the bread pudding)(or maybe the pumpkin pie) to take out. . . (for later) (you know what I mean)

and - of course - I'll be ordering a HUGE latte (and then popping around the corner for a sneaky fag) (I won't tell if you don't)

anything to put a smile on someone's face, eh. . .I won't be having one of the green lattes, but they sure look pretty

so, anyone up for a trip to Urth with me!? or shall we stick to Mel's!?

what a choice - can you believe it, you thought I'd be suffering from jet-lagged laundry-overdose mania. . . but no!! I'm offering you choice people: C-H-O-I-C-E. . .

ok, so maybe I've been doing a little too much laundry. . . and perhaps I am just a tad jet-lagged. . .

yup, still at it

normal service (whatever that is) will resume when the mountain (see below) has been reduced to a molehill. . .

<----- not really here

I still have mountains of laundry to wade thru (don't yawn already, if it's dull for you think how tedious it is for me) (and don't ask me how you can wade thru a mountain), I'm fairly sure that there's a suitcase lurking somewhere that is yet to be unpacked (in addition to the one we found on the street outside the house seven hours after stepping out of the taxi we caught from the train station because we had too much luggage to take the tube) (well, I did), my coffee machine is totally up the swanny (where is that? I bet Dave or Vicus of that nice Mr Google know), and I really want to be on the beach still - not on holiday again, I'd be quite happy to be there not on a holiday: ok, I'm going to stop right now before I say something I regret or incriminate myself in some other way