My Sundays follow the same pattern week after week. Once upon a time I would have hated this but now, as I live alone, this pattern has become an anchor to the week.
We always go to the same Restaurant - the four of us. We are all widows, the oldest a spritely 97 and the youngest in her early 70's. Because, like quite a few others, we have a permanent booking, we know quite a few other 'regulars'.
We meet in the bar beforehand and all have the same drink - lime and soda - before sitting and chatting and discussing the excellent menu. The chef - Thierry - is French and his cooking is wonderful. There is a large selection of starters and an equally large selection of sweets. The mains always include Beef, Pork, Lamb, Venison,
Turkey, a choice of four Vegetarian dishes, and our favourite - Salmon Florentine. This is salmon on a bed of Spinach, served with potatoes in various forms - roast, croquettes, mash etc. Then come the vegetables (always at least three) in a separate dish.
After our lunch we go back to the bar for our Earl Grey tea and our chat. Finally we arrive back home around three thirty and a large part of what could have been a lonely day has been used up.
Interestingly in these days when the importance of our five a day is stressed - our 97 year old, who is nimble and active, has never eaten a vegetable in her whole life apart from potatoes and fresh peas in the pod straight off the plant before they have been cooked. Maybe the fact that her mother lived to be well over a hundred has more to do with it.
I will sign off now and go and get 'poshed up' ready to go!