Tuesday afternoon I hopped onto the Northampton to Euston train and met up with a couple of other bloggers for a spot of dinner and a gossip. Of course no trip to London is complete without a little bit of shopping, and maybe a selfie or two…..

I left work a couple of hours early, got myself changed into a lovely  Lady Voluptuous Ursula dress, suede wedge boots and my big vintage fake fur coat and travelled down to London, with only my music and my blogging notebook to amuse me.

I had to pop into Oxford Street first on an errand for Baby Bear, which was a bit problematic. Hitting Selfridges at 6pm was a bit of a nightmare, but eventually I got back on the tube to try and find the other ladies.

Meeting up with Lottie, Em, Katt and Kathryn in Central London was a bit tricky. Everyone finished work or had trains arriving at different times, but eventually we all came together in Waterloo at the Beerhouse, and had a wander down to Pizza Express for some dinner.

I have to admit, until then, I had never been in a Pizza Express, and wasn’t too sure what to have as I am not a massive fan of the thin stonebaked type pizzas. However I was to be converted to the other side, when I ordered their Carbonara pizza.

I’ve never been a huge fan of anything tomatoey, as I find the taste a bit too strong. However, this pizza was slightly different – Pancetta, garlic oil, mozzarella and Gran Milano cheese on a béchamel sauce base and it had a fried egg in the centre, finished with parsley and more Gran Milano cheese.

I can honestly say, it was the BEST pizza I have ever had. I couldn’t eat it quick enough, although saved that lovely middle part with the fried egg till last. Absolutely fabulous!

Unfortunately, I had to leave slightly earlier than everyone else, to get my train back to Northampton.

I had to make a bit of a dash for it, and then sat on a train that wasn’t going anywhere fast! I had booked the 2149 train back, which left on time, however due to line issues at Leighton Buzzard, a 56 minute journey took me 2 and a half hours!!!

Arriving home after midnight, I thankfully slid between the sheets and slept like a log.

Some people asked why I would go all the way to London to have a quick bite to eat at a Pizza Express, and then come home again. My answer to that was “why wouldn’t I?”

Memories cannot be made by staying in your pyjamas and watching the TV at home!

Meeting up with the others, sharing a meal, having giggles and gossip all add up to a great night out for me. It certainly is something I wouldn’t dream of turning down.

I’ve now got another memory, plus lots of photographs to add to my memory book, which has lots more pages waiting to be filled, and I intend to fill every single one of them.

Till next time,

Tx