We rule! Mr P and I got Grandad to babysit and went to our favourite pub in Nunhead last night. We won the pub quiz! The quizmaster was a lovely cuddly Dutch woman with mad hair and a fondness for Countdown-style conundrums (Mr P’s speciality). Unfortunately my brain was running on empty by the end of the night and I couldn’t even spot an anagram of “Babysitter”, how fucking stupid is that.
We got two bottles of not-bad wine and a tenner; and several offers to join the regulars’ teams.
Texan cousin is stopping over on her way back to Texas, having spent two weeks in Spain, and two weeks visiting her mother’s family in Bristol and Newcastle. We’re not going to see her because we’ll be on holiday in Norfolk by the time she gets to London.