Restaurants are minefields for the socially inept

Canteen menu

The past few weeks have exhausted me.  And tragically, the chores are not complete yet because we have bought a new kitchen.  This is extraordinarily exciting, but it’s also led to the almost GUTTING of the rest of the house, as we very quickly have to find temporary homes for the current contents of our knackered, broken kitchen.

My internal chant throughout all of the tidying has been “imagine when it’s done; imagine how amazing it will be” and that so far seems to be working.  And my little treat of dinner and deferred Christmas present swap with the BFF was just what I needed as a mid-renovation reward.

We went to Canteen on the Southbank, which is our locale of choice these days and despite the ordering taking so long that a set menu expired, it was actually a really lovely place to go.  Lots of 1970s-esque booths and furniture, and so spacious.  I really enjoyed my fish finger sandwich and chips, and I think Tim liked his pie and mash.


After our incredibly long dinner, we went for a wander round to our Singing Lift which was sadly out of order, and then continued our nattering to Waterloo station.  I’m very much looking forward to watching, reading, and using my Christmas presents of Helvetica, The Comedian (the first film to feature a Mild Concern citation), Just my Type, and some very cute Wonder Woman coasters.  He knows me so well.

But there will be no fun until after the kitchen is done.  The next two weekend are pretty much exclusively taken up by tidying, tidying, tidying, and a heck of a lot of visits to the dump.  I want to sleep just thinking about it.

By the way, the title is from The Rosie Project which is my favourite book of 2014 so far.  It doesn’t refer to either Tim or I.  Well, maybe me just a little bit.  I was on the verge of tears throughout most of it – so beautifully written.

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