Dinner, delayed

Tonight we had our second attempt to meet my wife's friends for dinner; once again, we were sat on our own for an hour, but eventually they materialised, escaped from a train that had been a non-starter, and (eventually) a taxi.

Early

Early to bed, early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

But on the other hand, early to rise, early to bed, makes a man healthy and wealthy and dead.

Waiting for launch

I got up early, and it was raining. Despite this downpour, I headed over to Lincoln's Inn Fields with my father for a game of tennis. The weather didn't let up, so for a last proper taste of London, we went to Starbucks. After half an hour the rain abated, so we got in nine games of tennis, and then packed it in. It was the first game of tennis I've played since probably April of 2008, so I was more than a little bit rusty, but I still made a few odd shots, curving the ball just into the tram lines with the occasional very lucky backhand. Maybe I should spend the cold evenings in wintry Hong Kong practising my service game – currently I'm lobbing them in, with the implicit hope that my opponent will have gone to sleep before the ball lands.

Old stuff and confusingly named restaurants

Up early to head to the British Museum, to look at lots of old stuff. Saw one hermaphrodite statue (I think), had one baked potato, considered for about two minutes the merits of purchasing a replica Greek horse head for a grand, left the British Museum shop. Spent two hours in Forbidden Planet and Foop buying more unsuitable (ie heavy) books and some DVDs that I hope I'll watch, then over to Nusa Dua on Soho Square for some pan-Asian food.