Well we wre very late, becuase we left late and Mrs Nick forgot to take their address with us, so we ended up in the right road and she knocked on a door. A bewildered and alarmed looking woman opened it and Mrs Nick explianed she had the wrong house and did the woman have any CHinese neighbours. SHe had the door shut in her face. I tried directory enquiries and discovered them to be ex-directory. So we wandered about a bit more till they saw us out of their window.
Spring rolls, pork, prawns, crispy duck in pancakes. Not festive but very authentic. Conversation stilted as lady of the house spent the entire time in the kitchen (cooking fast and fresh) and Mr House had limited English.
We left and stopped off (briefly, but actually for four hours) at some other friends who had a houseful of pissed Norwegians, I know not why and no one ever explained. That was when the fun started
