Last night we went out for dinner, as we'd forgotten to eat all day in the excitement of buying runners and shopping in the French version on H&M (which is exactly the same as the British version of H&M). We picked a cafe that had the menu in kind-of English (the courgette flan was translated as 'custard') - that's very important when you don't want to inadvertently order duck or horse or pigeon. I asked if there was a vegetarian option and the lovely little waitor, in all seriousness, recommended the chicken. Susan had to explain that we meant no chicken, no fish, no meat. In the end, I got a big dish full of the things that everyone else got to accompany their food - green beans, over cooked rice, grilled tomatoes. But it was quite nice anyway, and better than cheese baguettes, which is all that I've had to eat for two weeks. No wonder I'm feeling all grumpy today. Tomorrow night - quorn. Quorn everything. Bring on the quorn. God bless the quorn.
The cyber cafe is playing Girls Aloud.