Friday night was pizza and booze at the local Colchester branch of Pizza Express, a celebration of the end of a long and tiring working year for us. The coffee was a little bit burnt, but my wife's cauliflower cheese pizza was nice and my lasagna was delicious.
On Saturday evening we went down to London for a Christmas meal with a whole load of friends, at the Phoenix pub near London Victoria. Three courses for me: a terrine with blackened bread (not toasted, weirdly) that was very tasty, a Christmassy turkey-and-vegetables main course that arrived late for me and so had far more turkey than I could consume, and a figgy pudding that was excellent.
Something in the meal disagreed with me -- I have a few food allergies, much to my chagrin -- and I was a bit miserable overnight as a result. But we got up bright and early, were made coffee by our kind host, and set off to Gatwick airport.
Where I consumed a Pret a Manger Christmassy sandwich and a flat white. Reasonably nice!
Everything after this is Iceland, so I will split it into its own set of posts.
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