By the way, that deli where Weeza and I had lunch yesterday is Clark & Ravenscroft in St Gregorys Alley. It’s right in the middle of Norwich, only a couple of minutes’ walk from the marketplace – if you go down Upper Goat Lane by St Giles car park then it’s opposite the church and the little open square. Huge bowl of delicious soup with granary bread, a generous sandwich with proper lettuce, not the prepacked stuff, a pot of tea and a big breakfast cup of good coffee was £9.60 and good value. Most people take out, I should think, as there’s not much room to eat in and I suppose that’s cheaper as they don’t have to charge VAT.
So tonight, Ro approved of his dinner, which was fillets of sea bream. “Straightforward to eat, you see. Delicious and not all those bones. This is a sensible fish.” “Not as canny as the herring, surely?” I suggested. “Why would a fish want to be easy to eat?” We debated why a bloater, being exactly the same fish as a kipper, seems more bony (according to Ro). I thought perhaps the splitting before being smoked might dry the bones out and make them easier to lift.
Squiffany stayed for Harvest Lunch at her nursery school today. The children made bread, vegetable soup and apple crumble. When I went to fetch her, she was brandishing a party invitation. In the car, she read it out to me. “Florence and Christian invite you to come to their party because they would really like you to come,” she said. “There is a picture of a cake with five candles.” I looked later. The invitation was from Mia in fact, but there were indeed five candles – though I suspect Mia will be four. Later, Dilly showed her various times on a clock jigsaw. Up to 3 o’clock, she knew it, after that she counted, but she could do them all. She can write all the letters in her brother’s name now, though does them in the wrong order.
I’ve let this week drift and got nothing done. Tomorrow, I’m interviewing in the morning and helping set up the room for a quiz and supper in the evening. I’m helping with the marking and scoring, not taking part. I’m not doing the cooking either.