A really horrid grey rainy morning.
I walked through Reading with my coffee cup in one hand, and my umbrella in the other. There was a sudden gust of wind, and my brain failed to remember the presence of the coffee cup - I grabbed the umbrella with my other hand, squashing the cup and causing the plastic lid to
pop fly off.
It hit me in the face.
Then rolled away. I had to chase after it with a slightly foamy face.
Played the capital cities game with Tom for about 2 hours, until we couldn't think of any other countries, let alone ones we knew the capital of.
Repeatedly told everyone I wanted to go to Prezzo... as I was rushing off to get my train home, my mum met me, and we went to Prezzo. What a babe.
There was an amusing incident with a profiterole.