We arrived in London early and pottered round Chinatown and Soho, then crossed to South Kensington on the Tube, which was heaving because of the anti-Brexit march. (We had camping gear with us, and couldn't risk getting kettled and missing Dinosnores, so we didn't go near the march.)
Because we were carrying stuff, and I'd need to dress in the same things today as yesterday, I went for the practical option: the Dinosnores T-shirt Mr Robot got me (of course!), my brown herringbone trousers, my vintage Dunn and Co tweed jacket, and hiking boots. Possibly a bit macho; I joked to Mr Robot that as he was also in tweed jacket and brown trousers we were in his and hers outfits, and he said they were more like his and his outfits! Anyway, looking at the photo he took of me as we waited to be allowed in, I don't think I look too blokey. Red lipstick and a good blow-dry triumphs.
Another odd thing that we sampled was edible insects in the creepy-crawly room. Normally I'd never try something like that, but something about the setting (or possibly the half-a-bottle of wine with dinner, then gin) made me decide to give it a go. Mr Robot tried all four of the offerings, but the first and last both had 'worm' in the name and... nah. The thought of squishy worminess put me off. I just tried crickets and termites. They weren't bad. They wouldn't be too awful mixed in with museli, I guess, or flapjack – something which had itself got a bit of texture. That way you wouldn't constantly be wondering about the crunchy bits.