I suppose I ought to post an account of the events of yesterday on here, but the question is, where to begin. How does one summarise what in the event turned out to be one of the best, craziest days I have had in a long time? The irony is, I thought yesterday was going to be one of those quiet days I spend on the sofa with m head in a book or watching TV. Lyn, however, had a much better idea.

At about noon she proposed we go out. The volume control on her Ipad was broken, and she wanted to go to the apple store up in Oxford Street to see if anything could be done about it. I thought it was a great idea: the sun was finally out, and I was in the mood for an outing. So off we went, myself, Lyn and our PA John, setting off for what I presumed would be a routine outing into London and back.

It always takes a while for us to get up there. We go to North Greenwich, take the tube and walk from Westminster. It is a pleasant enough trip, especially on a day like yesterday, and we stopped on the way for a coffee. When we finally reached the Apple store, however, we were told that the Ipad was out of warranty and so could not be replaced or repaired. Save for the volume control, it is still a fully functional machine, but, given that Lyn uses it as a communication aid, as well as for a host of other activities, we felt she needed one in pristine working order. There was only one thing for it, something I had been thinking about for some time anyway: buy Lyn an Ipad two. It was a great idea, especially since it meant I could use her old Ipad – something which, truth be told, I’ve had my eye on for ages. My lightwriter is wearing out and badly in need of repair, and given how tight money is right now, this seemed a great solution. We therefore went halves on the Ipad, and both left the store happy.

By then, however, I was hungry, and quite fancied a beer. Lyn, though, had other udeas, taking us first to HMV then to another apple store in Covent Garden, in search of headphones. I swear, headphones are to Lyn are like shoes are to other women: she has to try them all on. To be fair, john was not much better, but to cut a long story short by the time we had finished it was well passed dinner time.

That, however, was easily remedied, and in some style too. We found an Italian place not far away, where I had what must be the best pizza I have eaten in a very long time. It was delicious, as was, they told me, Lyn’s and John’s. I washed it down with a good glass of Hogaarden. But then there was a problem, as the place we were at did not serve Bells, which, mixed with coke, is the only alcoholic beverage Lyn likes. We had a choice between calling it a night – which, given how late it was, I expected we would do – or going to find another pub. We chose the latter, and it was at that point that the fun really began.

Bellies full of pizza, we headed off into the London nightlife. I felt alive, and couldn’t help reflecting to myself on how long it had been since my last outing into soho as ‘Becky’. After looking around for a while, we found an accessible pub. It was late, and we had not been there long when the bell for last orders sounded, but by then we had been befriended by a couple, an English man and a Spanish (I think) woman. They were friendly enough, and we chatted until closing time.

As we left the pub I expected we had began the journey home. I was mistaken – London had other ideas. It was rather nippy, and Lyn needed her coat on, but as John was helping her, we heard a voice, strong and commanding. We had been spotted, it seems, by a woman, who, seeing Lyn struggling with the coat, decided we needed her help. What happened then I cannot really describe: the woman, her rather bemused date in tow, invited us to a club with her. She was very excitable, middle-class and had a powerful, persuasive voice; frankly we didn’t have a choice other than to go with this loud, seemingly crazy yet somehow endearing stranger. The woman, whose name was Elsa, by turns annoyed me intently and fascinated me. I’m just glad john was with us. Yet to be honest we had great fun with her: we went to a LGBT club, and had a drink together – it turned out she had been born into a military family but now worked in the film industry. She struck me as that unusual type of person: obviously very intelligent, highly articulate, yet somehow different to the rest of us. She annoyed me, yet I somehow enjoyed being annoyed by her because I enjoyed her company. Her date, a much more down-to-earth guy called Edward, was also very knowledgeable about film.

We left about two hours later, finally getting home just before four. I had not had a night like that in a very long time. It was the type of night when anything went, and you never knew what was going to happen. For me the best part was that Lyn was with me: I think we both needed a night like that. I certainly hope we have more nights like that. I woke up this morning desperately wanting more sleep, but then the thought struck me that I have an Ipad to get to know, and Lyn has her Ipad two to explore. I also wondered if we would ever see Elsa again; she annoyed the hell out of me, but the strange thing is, I really hope we do.