Can I have my evenings back please?

Regent's Park Kickaboutery on Sunday
This is more or less exactly the photo that I would have taken that time when I said I would have taken a photo more or less exactly like this one, but didn't.

I seem to have lost possession of my evenings. Métro-boulot-dodo, but with something different thrown in between boulot and dodo depending on the evening. Frog sample, Tuesdays are métro boulot allemand dodo; Wednesdays are fast becoming métro boulot impro dodo. "Free" evenings seem to invariably end up with beer and friends (and with increasing frequency, Scrabble, for a reason which will no doubt become apparent).

My house is probably feeling slightly cheesed off at the lack of use it is seeing, so hopefully Emmeline's weekend visit will cheer it up with a sense of purpose in life. Meanwhile as I casually anthropomorphise I realise with shock that in my blogentries I have overlooked a tremendous recent achievement of mine (if I do say so myself) which shall without further ado be announced with great pride:

I passed an exam and am now a Google Advertising Professional.

There. I knew you would be impressed.

Venice, Bali, and Marrakesh are all great locations for a sunset shot.
This, however, is Rotherhithe.
(To be fair if you look very carefully you will see some famous silhouettes.)