...dining out at a small and fairly expensive restaurant in order to celebrate my daughter's birthday.
Now the food is wonderful and I don't grudge the money (well not much). But as is usual I know that I will share my time between pondering how it is that a stripling such as I can be toasting the birthday of a forty two year-old daughter and wondering how it's possible for the owners to have an expensive espresso machine but still not be able to make decent espresso.
However I'm not really here because of the food...oh dear me no. I'm here because it was to this restarurant that a friend of mine, by profession a Consultant gynecologist, brought his lovely wife in order to have a romantic wedding anniversary dinner. It was going well until he recognised the Patron's wife as a former patient then not so well as she hitched one generous buttock up on his table and proceeded to recount a detailed history of her last delivery. This did detract somewhat from the romance in his view.
As I see it such splendid women deserve support and I for one will go there as often as I can.