Very nice dinner out last night for Rossco's birthday.
Drinks at the Prince of Wales pub in Putney first, then off to La Gazette up by the top of Putney Hill crossroads for dinner. It's a nice local French brasserie, more garlic on the menu than you can shake a vampire at, as my 'had 12 snails in garlic butter for my starter, will now pong for a week' breath will attest to.
Mr H was already slightly the worse for wear on arrival (think he's rather enjoying his once or twice a week days in the London office, as going on the tube magically enables beers after work).
Luckily Ross caught up sharpish on the red wine, my what a fine pair they are. Shame I didn't get a picture of Ross's present from us, a giant double fishing rod stand for use when we all go to France in May, and the boys, yet again, endeavour to get those elusive piscine creatures out of the deep blue sea. Bloody thing was 5 foot long and weighed a ton, highly amusing trying to get that to the pub slung over my right shoulder, when coming on my own by tube. High ho, high ho, it's off to dinner I go…… x