Valentine’s Day has largely involved varying degrees of suffering in this house, but only because we went out yesterday instead (no school run to get up for this morning). There was beer. There was bollinger. There was wine.
There was, today, a great deal of lying still and groaning.
The meal was good though, partaken of at a nearby Lebanese place called Mashrabiya. We were seated in a tent, with various cushions to become recumbent on, and had a comedy waiter who threw beer around, fell over himself while trying to light our cigarettes, and attempted to set fire to our tent with a brazier of hot coals.
Most entertaining, though unfortunately not the sort of regularly scheduled performance you can call up and book.