6 November 2007
I had an almost perfect brunch on Sunday. Potted shrimps with crunchy brown toast and a lightly cress salad, with cream of celeriac soup. It was very tasty and leisurely. It would have been perfect if I had followed it by treacle tart and Jersey cream, but I got bored waiting for the waiter to take my order, so I got my bill instead.
The sun was shining and I was reading my book and all was right with the world.
The sun was shining and I was reading my book and all was right with the world.