Whats for lunch?
It’s always a treat when my phone announces time for lunch.
The Paris Cat or the Gin Palace in 5 mins? I’ve only been to each venue once, at night, with friends. Could never refuse a gin or a jazz!
It’s only Monday, but I dream of going there at least once at lunchtime! In the 80s that would mean you didn’t get back to work for the day, so civilised.
The second best lunch? Meeting an Aunty of course!
There she was. By Aunty Darling
