Rather than playing football

We decided to save our souls via a spoons farmhouse breakfast. Unlike normal people, I failed to sleep just about the whole night, so I was a walking, semi-talking Zombie. After returning to Shing's after an emotion fuelled parting with Dan and Tracey.

After Tom nearly dying from sleep deprivation we headed off out to Sloane Square for a coffee or a cake, which failed repeatedly and even amounted to us storming out of a bar/restaurant/cafe for ignoring us. We finally ended up in Pizza Express for a yummy amount of pizza and chocolate glory in our mouths. After which, Rex and I retired to our special train home.

Very good weekend, just massive tiredness all over the shop. This also made me chuckle:
Spot the humourousness or lose.