After a slow morning of sleeping, making kick-ass poached eggs and trying desperately to tame the lion-mane hair (seriously, it's growing out rather than down at the moment, and there's nothing I can do), I went to work. I paid everyone, making me temporarily the most popular person in the company (Cal is usually the most popular, as he brings in a pack of chocolate digestives EVERY DAY).
I then walked to Trafalgar Square to retrieve my poor forgotten discarded bike. I passed this properly old school bus on the way, and couldn't resist a) taking a picture of it, b) daydreaming about a wedding that involves a vintage London bus and c) wondering where I might find me a husband. Hmmm.