So, what happens when the sun comes out and it's a lovely day?? ... The world, his various wives, ankle biters, kiddy buggies, assorted relations, footie teams, stragglers and other ne'er do wells decide to have Sunday Lunch
By 1:30 the food queue was still stretching back almost to the road
A quick rethink found us looking for somewhere else and fortunately the Café Rouge over the road had spare tables
MissD, virtuous to a fault remained teetotal throughout... I back peddled and only had few collapsos
Goss-a-thon ensued and the world was put to rights as is customary
