I had a lovely weekend with the Daughter, made better by a huge dollop of nostalgia.

The Daughter came over late Saturday afternoon.  I picked her up from the station and we went to book a table for an early dinner.  Our restaurant of choice – Shish Meze – could only take us if we went in there and then and were out within the hour.  Given that it was only quarter past five, we decided against it.  We spent the next twenty minutes driving round Hornchurch trying to sort out dinner.  Austerity?  Recession?  Not many signs of it; we … Read the rest »