Shiny ceiling

...on my way into the office in Shoreditch.  Shortly after this, on a road with a long wall of street art, I saw someone up ahead that I thought looked as though he was dressed like Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen.  I quickly realised it was Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen, and that I was just about to walk in front of a cameraman who was preparing to film him.  I started to cross the road, only to realise I was walking towards another camera.  D'oh.  The other cameraman was amused though, and waved me past pleasantly.  L L-B just carried on leaning against the graffiti wall and smirking (also pleasantly, I think).

Had a good day in the office.  Five meetings though, so it was pretty exhausting - but nice to see everyone.  We had a good dramatic thunderstorm in the afternoon - booming rolls of thunder, black skies, torrential rain and buckets of hailstones.  Brilliant.  And thankfully totally cleared by the time I left work.  Charlotte and I went for a spontaneous dinner (and cocktails) at Santa Remedio round the corner - such a nice evening, and delicious food, albeit super expensive.  Lovely though.  And I was back in my hotel room by about 8:30pm, for another chilled evening and an early-ish night.