On Sunday night we went to dinner with our friends Chris and Linda. We often meet them at a pub in Notting Hill, but this time we wanted to try something different. While watching "Downton Abbey" recently, Dave and I saw Lady Mary have dinner at Rules in London. Dave looked it up and we discovered it's a real restaurant -- ostensibly the oldest in London, in fact, having been established in 1798!
So of course we went to Rules, in Covent Garden. I expected it to be a bit fusty and touristy, but it's actually a beautiful restaurant, with walls covered with art and memorabilia, pictures of the royal family and Winston Churchill, and everything steeped in tradition and yet bright and pleasant. We had an excellent meal. I had a nectarine salad, a lamb chop and a peach parfait for dessert; Dave had Jersey oysters, pork cheeks and sticky toffee pudding. I also got a proper martini, rather than one of those watery restaurant martinis made with one shot of gin and a lot of water. I would go back in a heartbeat.
This was the scene in our dark living room at 6:15 this morning, with Olga keeping watch over the garden from atop her stack of pillows. (And our angry Donald Trump doll keeping watch over her from the back of the sofa.) I got that bright red dahlia just outside the back door at Homebase over the weekend -- it was on sale, and I love the color. The purple loosestrife is still blooming away too, as you can see.
As Paul McCartney sang, it's just another day!