Wild party

Off to West Hampstead for a Christmas lunch. Met J at Waterloo and journeyed on the Jubilee Line, pausing for a swift coffee en route. The champagne was flowing, and we were soon feasting on a superb selection of antipasti, roast chicken and a fine tarte aux poires, all washed down with an ample sufficiency of robust and ebullient wines. After many hours a table we stumbled out into the dark night air. A nightcap at Waterloo and then home…as they say in Spain, where’s the day go?