Train of thought

Don't you just HATE it when you're eating out and the staff keep checking every 5 minutes to see if everything is OK?
Completely destroys the train of thought.

It's been an exceedingly long time . Not that Mrs. T and Mrs. L have been staying in. Oh no, far from it. 
Mr Lord intervened. Moving. Bath. Moving again.Piglet. 

We are happy to announce that Activities Have Resumed now that Mrs. T has come to her senses and is back in town having cast off the limitations of a 'proper job' without a care. Work does rather interfere with one's social calendar. 

But where in Chepstow to meet ?


The Boat Inn was closed (ON A FRIDAY) so we turned left following the small blackboard sign to The Riverside Wine Bar. 
A very smart young man ushered us into the restaurant area, our heels sinking somewhat into the plush carpet.
We had at least 3 days of glittering chat to catch up on since our last meeting at the Italian class  on Tuesday (Mrs. Lawton IS getting out these days).

Which brings me to my opening point about being interrupted in restaurants:  checks about our well-being, being referred to as 'GUYS'....you know, that sort of botheration.And the imperative 'ENJOY !' (I'm retching into my hankie). 
Well, there was very little of that at The Riverside.
Two coffees. Then some rather pleasant beef on skewers. We would have preferred it a tad more rare and Mrs. Lawton struggles a little with the current fad for serving food on anything but a plate (boards, slates, leaves...). But, mercifully we were left alone.Afterwards we had two delicious affogati.
Mrs Lawton shared a big secret......
Now that would be telling wouldn't it !