the howie

going into Westfield is like returning to the womb.
The familiar sounds and comfortable lighting. I feel like laying on the floor of the food court and rolling into the foetal position.

Ok maybe that analogy is inst the best, but I do live Westfield in that this is gross but I love it kind of way.

Tom shouted me lunch in the foodcourt today we had butter chicken and cheese naan and a buddy of course. The foodcourt is a good place to sit and eat and talk. I think mostly because it has food and chairs.