A Nutty Day

After a late start, the Sparkly One and I broke our fast courtesy of Waitrose hot sandwiches (one with bacon, one with Cumberland sausage), then headed into London, where we spent the day eating nothing but nuts.

There were hot sweet nuts from the stall on Westminster Bridge, eaten from the plastic cup. There were pistachios to go with our drinks (a pint of London Pride & a glass of mulled wine) in the Mudlark, won from the shell with strong fingernails. And there were the Japanese peanut snack we call Dinosaur Eggs, eaten on the Bakerloo line, heading homewards.