After unsuccessfully trying to persuade the dishes to wash themselves and the cat to vacuum the flat, there was no better excuse to exit this futile attempt at bliss as a domestic goddess than a text from a friend who was worried that the household cleaners she had been using all day might cause her hands to disintegrate. An so the escape plan was hatched...see you at The Ship at 5pm!
A few weeks prior we had spent a nice afternoon in the sunshine in the garden at The Ship until a thunderstorm descended on London briefly. This time the weather was already significantly cooler so we had decided we would inside. This would have worked except that despite it being 5pm on Sunday, The Ship was rocking! We may have missed the lunchtime crowd but we hadn't realised that the rest of the SW London crowd had also thought it was a great idea to head out for a pint. However looking at the crowd, I doubted that they were there in avoidance of domestic duties. Can you say #madeinchelsea?!
But The Ship didn't disappoint in being a great chill out place whatever the weather or crowd.
