Our alpacas are sitting under the hedges with that, why do I live in Devon look, as it is chucking it down. I’ll have to go searching for the waterproof trousers as it is very depressing when you slowly get wetter and wetter whilst handling the animals.There will be a run on the hay too as our alpacas always seem to eat far more dry stuff when it is very wet.
We went to this astonishing restaurant Les Trois Garcons near Brick Lane in London with the boys on Saturday night. We started off at the cocktail bar, you can’t miss it, two flaming torches outside the front door, but we did, sad old country bumpkins until Alex showed up and guided us in. The decor was astonishing and the girl doing front of house was this amazing pale skinned blonde wearing a long lace pink frock, very nymph like, didn’t look as if she ventured into the sun at all. We were very good and had alcohol free cocktails which were scrumptious. The loo was most unnerving, all black marble and almost no light, not that good for the claustrophobic amongst us, ie me. Tom and Matt were late, nothing new there, but thankfully did arrive in the end and then we went across the road to the restaurant. The flaming torches had not been lit there but inside the decor was fantastically over the top with a stuffed tiger, giraffe’s head, various creatures with horns, one of those huge glass cases full of stuffed birds, grotesque chandeliers and strings of crytal beads handing everywhere. There were also a load of evening bags hanging in a group from the ceiling, rather a nice touch I thought.
Food and wine was pretty good and the service too. The place was clearly full of trendy and probably rather rich people and one really wanted to gawp a lot but tried not to be too obvious. Loos not so bad here as they were scarlet and you could see where you were going. Alex had the digital radio in his ears and kept updating us, the French are winning, o god they are still winning until golden boots did his stuff, hurrah!