The Belgian bar was great. The beer menu is daunting, you spend the time drinking one beer reading the menu deciding what you'd like for the next. There are literally hundreds of beers. Abbey ales, fruit beers, blonde beers, brown beers, champaign beers, pilseners, all kinds and more. The place takes their beer very seriously, not only does each beer have its own glass for optimal drinking pleasure, but the glasses are treated before they pour your beer, rinsed with cold water. It's the little things that make a difference.

The frites come in a Hoegarden pint glass with mayonnaise.

We sat and savoured the beers, racking up a mighty bill. Leaving a credit card behind the counter is asking for it really. There's no point in going to the bar and drinking what I can drink at home - it makes more sense to splash out and treat yourself to whatever it is you can't get anywhere else. It's pricey, but good. We bought a few take-aways which are in the fridge waiting for me to coerce them down my thirsty throat this evening. We finished off the curry I made on Monday which was great, good drunken food, a nice lamb curry roti.

Yesterday it rained like I'd never seen before in London. Rain drops the size of plums. Lighting and thunder made for perfect napping conditions; the afternoon sky covered in thick black clouds making the house dark, the flashes and cracks reminding me of my childhood in Pretoria, lying in bed in the late afternoon watching the highveldt storms, the trees outside turning into beasts, wild wooden monsters staring in through the window with their knotted gnarled eyes as the lightning flashed and the thunder shook the earth. There is something peaceful about it even though it thunders and pours with such ferocity, it puts us in perspective, thankful for the marvelous display anger put on by nature.

The Metro reported that several children were killed in the storm last night - killed by lightning. Parts of London were waist deep in water, busses drowning on the telly, route masters immobilized.

I forgot my swipecard this morning, so I've had to wait till someone gets here before I can get a bacon roll, with brown sauce, to stabilize me, make me whole, fill in the cracks - wash it all down with the usual coffee, my alpen bar to keep me regular.