Australian politics was shaken up once again on Tuesday, with Malcolm Turnbull replacing Tony Abbott as Prime Minister. Our new housemates, Lauren and Adam, arrived on Wednesday and London put on a less than welcoming display of rainy, grey and gloomy weather.
Ahead of the flu season, on Saturday morning we went for our flu jabs. Afterwards, we went across to Oxford Street trying to find some new threads for work. Anytime we have been to Oxford Street on a weekend, it's complete mayhem. On the streets, there are people pushing everywhere and dragging their shopping bags over your legs; inside, the shops are equally chaotic with items strewn across every possible surface. It is for this reason we generally try to avoid Oxford Street on weekends - we aren't even sure if anyone other than tourists shop here.
In the evening, we went across to Hackney in East London for Hot Tub Cinema. When we arrived, the jacuzzis we were anticipating turned out to be merely a slightly enlarged version of an inflatable kids paddling pool, with a heating element. Apparently each tub could hold 6 people.

When we booked, there were options to book either single tickets or your own private tub. The price of an individual tub was £110, versus the £30 per person that we paid. This meant that the organisers had sold the other "spots" in our tub to other people (also at £30 a pop), so we spent an interesting evening sitting in a small pool of warm water, with 4 other people we'd never met before.
The next morning, we managed an early birthday Skype-ing with Brad before hitting the shops once more. We found a mall only 20 minutes bus ride away from our place (surprisingly we never knew it was there!) and had some success with finding Roslyn a work dress at a designer clearance outlet.

In preparation for Christmas we "researched" one local venue, The Falcon at Clapham Junction, and had a traditional English Sunday roast for dinner.
Ahead of the flu season, on Saturday morning we went for our flu jabs. Afterwards, we went across to Oxford Street trying to find some new threads for work. Anytime we have been to Oxford Street on a weekend, it's complete mayhem. On the streets, there are people pushing everywhere and dragging their shopping bags over your legs; inside, the shops are equally chaotic with items strewn across every possible surface. It is for this reason we generally try to avoid Oxford Street on weekends - we aren't even sure if anyone other than tourists shop here.
In the evening, we went across to Hackney in East London for Hot Tub Cinema. When we arrived, the jacuzzis we were anticipating turned out to be merely a slightly enlarged version of an inflatable kids paddling pool, with a heating element. Apparently each tub could hold 6 people.

When we booked, there were options to book either single tickets or your own private tub. The price of an individual tub was £110, versus the £30 per person that we paid. This meant that the organisers had sold the other "spots" in our tub to other people (also at £30 a pop), so we spent an interesting evening sitting in a small pool of warm water, with 4 other people we'd never met before.
The next morning, we managed an early birthday Skype-ing with Brad before hitting the shops once more. We found a mall only 20 minutes bus ride away from our place (surprisingly we never knew it was there!) and had some success with finding Roslyn a work dress at a designer clearance outlet.

In preparation for Christmas we "researched" one local venue, The Falcon at Clapham Junction, and had a traditional English Sunday roast for dinner.


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