Off to Penny Lane with Ally by bus - grumpy old lady at the bustop recognises me from the telly. Bad news is she thinks I went to weigghtwatchers. Turns out she knows my mum and the manager at the bank were I had my first job. I worry that she is a geriatric stalker. We are dissapointed that the ark is no longer open at lunchtimes. Our search for moules frites seems fruitless. We wander along Allerton Road and stumble upon Spoon - so new it doesnt have a website. We opt for moules frites, cooked with garlic parsley and sweet chilli. Top stuff follow it up with shared panacotta.Cool.
Then over to petshop Ally scoots to town and I trot up Green Lane. Hay is large. Play on PC while Jean kips. Tea is a takeaway from the Great wall. Ok ish. Grandma was round some Scots lad gets beat at wimbledon and suddenly tennis is british.
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