And the playboys have all gone to bed.

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• NO REALLY. FANFIC WRITERS MUST BE KILLED.

Saturday: We had three parties to go to, so compromised by making none of them. Meh!

Sunday: redcountess decided there was no way on Earth she was missing the Vivienne Westwood exhibition at the V&A. Lunch at the garden café, which was so civilised you'd think you were in Melbourne. And holy shit, they allowed cameras in the exhibition. I have about sixty shots here I hope to put up before I die. Australians: this exhibition will be at the National Gallery of Australia in Canberra from 11th November 2004 to 30th January 2005. Go to Canberra to see it. Really. We bought the book and I got some "Open 24 Hours" badges.

Monday:Lunch with arkady. In the evening, Liz and I attended sushi in honour of mangosteen at Guli Gulu in Soho, with _nicolai_, bfo, hatter and chrysaphi. Liz had her first beer in months, an Asahi. Followed by her second. And enjoyed it! Good days are to be lived thoroughly. Nicolai, being a geek, used post-it notes to hack the restaurant.

Tuesday: Lunch with Arkady, and in the evening I visited her bearing Chinese food.

Wednesday: I think I just did housework. Liz had her third beer in months, a Greene King IPA. And enjoyed that too. I think she's really getting into this recovered health thing.

Thursday: I got poked and prodded by an osteopathy student again. I do believe it's actually working. In the evening, we watched the Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets extras disc. The DVD player's door is dying. Do we bother with the pain of having no DVD player for months while it's back under warranty, or do we say "fuck it" and buy another semidisposable player for thirty quid?

Friday: We watched five minutes of QI, noted its similarity to Have I Got News For You without the current affairs or the witty guests, swore to kill them all and watched the first half of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Everyone is right: I so need a Lucius icon.

Saturday: Shopping for bed linen in Oxford Street. A fitted sheet, a doona duvet cover, two pillows, two pillow cases and a big black towel. I think we survived. I didn't kill anyone. We took a bus from Oxford Street back to Liverpool Street station and Liz ogled all the buildings and statues. She was, as ever, extremely happy to be well enough to be out. When she fully recovers her health, I think she'll be taking a few months for serious London tourism before getting a job.