Ivy

Leigh treated me to an evening of dinner and drinks as a thank you for letting her stay in my flat during recent trips. I think I should be thanking her for de-limescaling my shower and dealing with flooring contractors...

I adhered to my week's rhubarb theme (yogurt and cider) by sampling a rhubarb gin in a very nice loft bar where we tried to wrap up warm on the outside decking. Then Leigh had booked us in at the Ivy, a branch of which has recently opened in Cambridge. It's not my normal habitat but the cottage pie was undeniably tasty and not as outlandishly priced as one may expect. Here I am quaffing gin with an Ivy napkin, to prove I can cut it in such venues. Thanks to Leigh for dragging me up by the bootstraps.

Work has been very full on this week so by late evening I was fully knackered and proving to be braindead company.