I went to an unexpectedly smashing Ethiopian restaurant last night. Yes, I know what you're thinking. We did all those jokes. One of the ladies I work for said there might be goat. Thankfully there was not; just lots of very yummy dishes which we ate with little rolled pancake things that looked like bandages for sprains. So a big thank you to D for inviting me and swinging us a table in the fully booked restaurant. Met two other lovely people, one of whom may be able to source some Yorkshire Tea for Hard Water. So win-win.
Rather bizarrely a young lady in the corner played Alicia Keys-type music throughout, finishing on a Whitney. The restaurant erupted in - we think - slightly ironic applause. Would definitely recommend Toukoul if you are in Brux.
We were unable to finish up the whole Injera and I'm afraid I did actually say "Come on, there are starving children in Africa...". I will crawl under the table now, in retrospective horror.
Anyway, a lovely end to a rather tough week. More please.