I will leave it up to Daniel to tell the gastronomic story. All I wanted to say here was that we started at 7pm and rushed to catch the half-past-midnight train. I made it to bed past 2am.
The next day, I did not have my usual packed lunch. No time to make it, you see. So I went to Pret A Manger for a light salad (compensating for the richness of last night).
When I reached the top of the counter queue to pay, the cashier asked in that annoying perky way, ‘How are you doing today?’
‘Fine,’ I said shortly. Normally, I’m friendly but today I was exhausted.
It must have shown in my face. The perky counterhand paused for a heartbeat and said, ‘Would you like a cappuccino? On the house!’
‘On the house? Well… sure!’
He reached behind him to get a hot takeway cup of coffee and handed it to me with my lunch and change.
‘Wow, thanks,’ I said, still surprised. ‘You’ve made my day.’