Sorry, Baboonery, but mine was "eyesore" = thing so revoltingly ugly that I will from that day on until eternity (or until I can buy in NW3, whichever happens sooner) have to cross the road and hurry into the soothing, calming haven that is Neroli and book myself in for 120 mins of pampering anti-stress-anti-Pizza treatments, or at least down a bottle of Tapastry's finest Rioja and then head for some compensatory consumerism at Jumping Bean and a few organic carrot muffins at the H&P. Which incidentally may turn out to be a good thing for shop revenues on that side of the road, but isn't perhaps the best outcome, not best route home from the station for me.