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| Just a small pudding for one... |
I was having such a good week, until Nick went out for a big client
lunch and got the taste for wine. Plans for a client dinner went out the window
when the client called in with a sick bug, and so, with Nick stressing his
enthusiasm to find somewhere that would serve him a lovely bottle of wine and
maybe some French food, I abandoned all hope of being well behaved, and signed
up for a steak.
In classic mid-week
form, work started to really pick up for Nick just as the worst of mine had
been cleared away, so I made my way over to the cheap-cheap French place that
came highly recommended from Liv and Flash, to nab a table and set up shop
while waiting for him to escape from work.
He ended up being about
a hour later than me, so by the time he arrived I was already well on my way
through a glass of wine and a plate of garlic bread. I was also fully engrossed
in my book and slightly grumpy when he interrupted my reading.
Still, it was just a
quick dinner (after the hour build up) of steak and veggies, followed by the
world’s biggest baked Alaska and giant profiterole that would didn’t even make
a dent in, and then it was home time. Not brilliant behaviour for mid-week, but
that’s another place off the list, and I’m not exactly going to complain about
having to eat steak and drink wine, am I?
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