In The Swing Of Things

It's not the best way to start the week, with two days in London, but for once we go down on the train which is handy because my colleague’s car is off the road at the moment. So we head to Derby train station in mine.

Our journey to the industrial depths of Edmonton take us from St. Pancras station to Tottenham Hale underground station on the Victoria line before covering the final three miles by taxi.

After a miserable time in the Edmonton Premier Inn last time, this time we head back to Tottenham to stay in a Premier Inn there. The area is much less dire then Edmonton but still hardly full of places to eat, so we again eat in the hotel. Doom Bar is the only beer available and that is in bottle.

After which my colleague, who is full of cold, goes to bed early and I head out for a walk. Following guidance from the Good Beer Guide, I find a nice little pub called the Beehive and settle in with a pint of Sambrooks Rye Ale. It’s a quirky pub but the supplied entertainment is even quirkier. 

There's a band playing swing versions of various punk classics. We get ‘Ever Fallen In Love’, ‘God Save The Queen’, ‘My Perfect Cousin’, ‘No More Heroes’, ‘Sheena Is A Punk Rocker’ and many more. Quite a night really.

Back home, L informs me she is in her new toasty PJs and all prepared for a night downstairs. Although apparently MD keeps trying to go upstairs. He wants his bed, e.g. our bed, but they’re all staying downstairs because of Doggo.

(Monday 18^th December)