Some very delicious-sounding toothpastes at a clinic where I ended up giving Chinese medical advice to the prescribing pharmacist, on the subject of her chronic cold sores, in exchange for a small discount on antibiotics for a sinus infection.
Followed by a deliriously good lunch at Elystan Street.
King Orkney scallop carpaccio.
A breather course of the most ethereal cheese soufflé and salad.
Cornish sea bream.
Peter wanted to try turbot after hearing Dave Lamb talk about it a hundred million times while I walk around playing my beloved Channel 4’s Come Dine with Me on my phone.
A friend in cheeses.
And a jeroboam of port.
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