On Saturday we got in the car and went for a spin out of town, heading west towards the river, an old haunt of my parents who loved to hang out in the pubs there in the 1960's and 1970's.
This was our first time out that way with Loki and he loved it. Because the buildings and doors seemed to be about the same size as him.
The lunch was expensive, poorly cooked, and well, just lovely. It was solid, unlike our soups, and we devoured every morsel. I even fancied the ducks who were still alive. Iulia looked at me across the table in ways I haven't seen for a while - and then I realised it had nothing to do with me. It was all about the grub in her gob.
That's what this diet is doing to us. Making us terrible restaurant critics. Everything is five star.
A trip to remember, Cookham is very cute, or was it just the lunch😁
No good