Serving up the roast beef.

Sunday lunch has got to be roast beef and yorkshire pudding (discuss*).

After my whinging of the last three days it was time for an outing. Meeting friends by Tower Bridge. As you can see from the empty table, they haven't arrived yet. But other diners are having their lunch served already. I don't get service like that at home.

I managed to stagger from the car into the restaurant and stumbled around then shuffled back. Still, a very cordial lunch with old friends was a tonic.

*Possibly not - you might be a vegetarian. But they had good options for veggies, so you could have come too.