This was all part of the nomnomnom voyage we made on Saturday, with C determined to fill her belly with as many happy memories as she could before her evening flight back to Singers.

I could feel my steps getting heavier and my tum a tad rounder as we made our way around Borough, with Y (the only male around, I might add) becoming very surprised at the amount of food two girls could get inside them. We out-ate him by a far mile, rounding everything up with a pancake that was quadruple the size of my face at The Old Dutch. This all probably contributed to the food coma-indused sleep I did not wake up from for 20 hours after C‘s departure.