innit

Had a cracking weekend in London. However I was startled at the beginning of the weekend to hear real live people (and not comedy characters) using the word 'innit' a lot on the tube.
unfortunately Mr. Fesk was working hard most of the weekend, but Rach and I got to have a nice girlie weekend. Spent Saturday shopping in Covent garden (bought shoes and make up) then met Mr. Fesk and his imaginary friend (who is very nice, and apparently real and not really called Veronica) and went for a meal. Then onto a 30th party, which was good but very 'London', I had to wait 10 mins for a pee whilst there where loud sniffing sounds made by the occupants of the engaged cubicles (i wanted to laugh when they came out and ask them if they knew that they where living in a cliche.
Spent Sunday recovering from a hangover, and then had a walk round Greenwich park and had tea and cake. Lovely. Then it was time to come home.
Apparently we had had such a good weekend and where so knackered that whilst listening to the news today i was shocked to discover that there had been a fire very close to our house to which both fire engines and ambulances had attended at around 1.30 this morning, and neither of us had heard a thing. Apparently chavs had set fire to a sofa IN a block of flats over the road from us. Don't get me wrong, I'm very proud that I have managed to buy my own home, but sometimes i really wish that it could have been somewhere less chavvy. But hey ho - the kitchen makes up for it.