So, to conclude my weekend in London, on Sunday I was woken up by Jon rushing in to catch the end of the afro painter. I love that show with all the happy little trees and streams, what a pick me up. Jon, Allan and I hung out for a bit, then went to a Japanese buffet for lunch. Japanese buffet is always great, except that they ram-jamed all of our sushi onto one plate. After lunch, we picked up Nat and Jere, said goodbye to Olga, and made our way back home. A very chillaxing yet exhausting weekend. Overused jokes from this weekend include: me and my bowflex body, me being the vainest person on the planet, me wanting to grow up to be Allan.