Bistrot?

Felt like 8:30 was pretty early, after not going to bed till midnight ( I am so not a night person!). Packed up and left Lindsey's: took the tube to St. Pancras, just missed the train to Nottingham so I had to wait half an hour (gave me time to find out that dried mulberries are delicious), had a really disappointing raspberry muffin in the Nottingham station (made worse by the fact that it had looked like a good bet and the raspberries actually had been fresh). Got back to Mansfield around 3, lazed around the house catching up on my blog ;) and shooting off yet another round of emails about Italy ( can you believe that I fly in less than 48 hours?). Danny and Maggie and I went out to dinner with Booba, to a place called Le Bistrot Pierre, which spurred the debate of whether or not a t is correct spelling (as Maggie and I had never seen it before). Came back to the house (after the requisite giving of roses by Booba- wonderful Old English roses, that smell amazing, never understood why people liked them before I saw these). We watched Ramsey's Kitchen Hell, about Gordon Ramsey saving restaurants in dire straights (very funny to watch with two people who managed to start a sucessful restaurant). Just got a load of laundry in, will have to let it hang dry tonight, then finish it off tomorrow, as the dryer will go all night if you don't stop it, and that shrinks my clothes too much. Night!