What are the odds that friends from Melbourne happen to come to London at the same time you’re there? I’d say quite high, but against the odds (geez, I need to stop use the word odds or we’ll all go insane) I met up with Lyndsey and Anne the other day, who had arrived from Melbs just that morning. We strolled around West End and Soho, taking in the sights and enjoying a lunch in the crypt and delicious cocktails at a hidden bar. The only thing I can complain about is the end of it: something I’d eaten wasn’t agreeing with my stomach, so I headed back to London Fields and spent the evening on the couch watching bad tv series, while Lani and Dylan were enjoying drinks. The envy! Oh well, better get better than go out and feel bad!