Last nights research took us to the cafe previously known as l'authentique (among other things) - opposite Richards ex-gallery and next to our garage - which was cold but enormous fun. The Captain and I had the plat du jour - rice cooked in coconut with chicken bits - and Jamsie did the burger thing, without complaint. The piece d' was def the tiramisu, made in house obviously by someone who knew how to do it. Drink was taken and much enthusiastic esoteric nattering followed, accompanied a little by guilt as it became clear that the Ryan Air Manchester flight had been massively delayed... Poor Phil had been waiting for it for an age and then missed all chances of getting to his destination as there were no ground crew to get them off the plane - and public transport had closed down. Overnighted in a nearby hotel. Not happy.
Here today the snow is settling on earth but not (yet) on the roads. Cold as mid-winter.
Here is Jamsie with Masha, who is a very wonderful beastie.
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