The wonders of a roast

It's funny what a pub roast can do, with the right atmosphere and company!

Having planned a lazy day, after last night's combined 50th birthday (that's two friends' birthdays, one 24 the other 26) I started the day in completely the wrong way. Myself and flatmate Sam decided to embark on our weekend run on Hampstead Heath. Shorts and T-shirt on, bottle of water in hand and off we went. It was a drizzly day, slightly grey, but perfect running weather - so we thought. As we reached The Heath, the heavens opened and it completely tipped it down. Being British, and not wanting to give up, we continued on in full stride enjoying the cooling rain on our arms and legs. However, as we arrived deep into The Heath, the lightning, thunder and hail began. It was vicious! It was relentless and the wind was unbearable, beating against us without showing any mercy. All we could do was continue to run, we tried to find some shade to hide in - to no avail - and by the time we were home, our T-shirts had quite literally stuck themselves to our bodies.

After a coffee and a shower, the relaxing day I had planned got underway and my lovely friend George came to visit. We set out to the local Horseshoe pub in Hampstead (30 seconds walk away, so nice and easy) and enjoyed a beautiful bottle of Malbec and a good old Sunday roast. There's nothing quite like a decent meal, and some great conversation, to wile away the hours. Before we knew it, three hours had gone and we'd caught up on the past year. It's amazing what a Sunday roast can do...