The most notable thing that's happened is that I went out for a meal with SA and her little sister. We ended up at a restaurant called Lilla (little) Pakistan, and had lots and lots of good conversation.
The restaurant didn't quite satisfy my craving for Indian food, as it's making a point of being an upmarket restaurant which happens to be serving regional cuisine, rather than a curry house. They have a fairly limited selection of dishes, even less that is veggie, and our attempt to do the standard Indian restaurant thing of getting a bunch of dishes to share didn't really work, it's more of a European type each person has one dish place. We ended up paying about £20 a head for three fairly small courses plus non-alcoholic drinks, but for that we got some really exciting and interesting flavours.
Anyway, we ended up getting seated downstairs in a kind of banqueting room with many mirrors, as an overflow from the main part of the restaurant, but by chance we were the only people there. So it was absolutely ideal for a very sociable evening; although we booked a table for 7 pm we actually ended up still chatting when they were pointedly clearing up around us. And we didn't feel like stopping our conversation so we walked a couple of tube stops instead of taking the underground straight away. Which ended up being a really glorious walk across an attractive area of town notable for many fin-de-siècle brick buildings, through the long dusk that happens late on Swedish summer nights. Little sister is of the Harry Potter generation, and it was interesting to get the perspective of someone who literally grew up with Harry.
Not much else. Getting on with work, fairly steadily. To make up for my lack of content, have a fantastically filthy poem that I happened to run across in a random feminist discussion of sexuality. It's theoretically NSFW, but it's plain text and Elizabethan English at that, so you can probably get away with it. Also, hilarious.