When we went to sleep at around 3am, we promised to be up at 9am, then back from our big countryside trip to Epping Forest by 1pm. At 9.03am, I said it was 9.03am. At 10.30am we had coffee, at 1.30pm we left the flat. Denied of our forest stalk by engineering works, we a) decided not to struggle there and b) changed our plans. Four glasses of wine, one pub, one bar, 26 seagulls, one David Blaine, a Wetherspoon toilet and much daftness later, Epping Forest can sit on that.