So where were we?

Oh yes.... eating for Britain in South London.

The Lovely Son and Mexican girlfriend C have moved - bravely, given their independent natures - into a flat together, and had invited us to be their first visitors. 

So off we went to Camberwell the other day, bringing meaty foodstuffs from our local farm shop, and enjoying the ethnic diversity that London offers. We especially enjoyed the range of interesting cafes and restaurants not available to us in West Somerset; we planned to eat out at some point.

At some point? Ha. We ate out at every meal. Restraint was not an option with four robust appetites to appease. Day 1: Mexican lunch, art gallery coffee and cake, enormous Turkish dinner (how I love Turkish food!); the next day, English breakfast, cheap and cheerful Vietnamese lunch, Greek bread and pastries to bring home on the train. What piggies we were.

We also trawled charity shops, where a nice little white coat was tried on and obtained for a song, and a volunteer willingly allowed himself to be photographed  - after all, you don't pierce and tattoo yourself and expect not to be looked at.

We visited the Lovely Son's scruffy newly-tidied workshop.

We looked at works in progress.

We walked miles, just looking around. 

We caught up with each other. It was lovely.

And suddenly it was time to make our way to the bus and then to the Tube.

 No prizes for guessing which Tube station.

And on to Paddington. I always wonder what these huge Victorian railway stations must have been like when gas lit. 

We sat on the train amidst hundreds of other people all busy with laptops, iPads or phones, and were back in Somerset by mid-evening. 

Flossie had enjoyed her sleepover with Suzi up the road, and was already in bed. Flossie is clean-living, and likes to be in bed by around 9 pm, but woke up enough to try to convince us that Suzi hadn't given her any dinner, and could we, please? 

Oh no, we said; over-eating isn't good for you. Restraint, Flossie; restraint. Hypocrisy lives.....