"I want to trace my father. Could you recommend a good marker pen?"

[chaletian]

Had a lovely sojourn with Katie to Greenwich Park today to see Donna. We sat in the sun and dined well on picnic food and fizzy pink wine - good times. I then abandoned them to bop around London, and came home. Now. Riddle me this, people: at what point did I think getting a bus home from Aldwych on a Saturday afternoon was a good plan. If I'd just nipped across Waterloo Bridge and got the train, I'd have been home by the time my stupid bus shuddered from a crawl to a stop at Hyde Park Corner, where I had to change because my particular No. 9 had decided not to bother going to Hammersmith. Whatevs. I got home in the end. Comedy moment: chap wearing a Captain Hammer t-shirt in Hammersmith whilst I was listening to the Dr Horrible soundtrack!

Also, I went past a shop with clocks, which always makes me feel a bit sad, which was compounded when I rang Grandma (it would have been her and Grandad's wedding anniversary today), and we had a little chat until she got called away by Uncle Roger (Grandad's little brother, visiting from America), who sounds (and looks) exactly like Grandad, and I've just had so, so many phone conversations with Grandma when Grandad's been talking to her in the background, and I'll never get that again, and boo swizz, I miss him.

Also, the Savoy is still closed. What gives, Savoy? It's been nearly two years! How long can it possibly to take to get restored?

Also, Katie and I came up with a bit of nice SPN fic for me to write (OMG this week's ep not actually shit!!!). So I might do that this afternoon.