Another London lunch

Prepped for a dinner we were having tonight and then went to lunch with Laurence, Lola’s agent who although French has lived in London for 30 years.  She was great company and I managed to hold my own on the book front, although we kept it at Booker level rather than translations from the Swedish. 

This is downstairs at Kettners, a building I have a great affection for. 

Walked up to Chiltern Street to buy a present for someone and then home to cook dinner for Chris and Lucy who were coming over.  Chicken and oranges and strawberries and home made vanilla ice cream.  Lush