Under the bridge

Just before noon, we found ourselves north of Oxford Street, walking around the block until Ottolenghi’s Rovi restaurant opened. As we approached, we saw S&T in the queue chatting with the front-of-house staff. Apparently, they’d deposited their bags there earlier.

We had a lovely lunch and catch-up. It’s very much a sharing-plates venue, and we started with the burrata, baked Jerusalem artichokes and grilled hispi cabbage. For our main plates, we had the mushroom mixed grill and pasture-raised half chicken (which seemed a huge portion). All delicious.

S&T went to Abba Voyage last night. It sounds like they had a great time, but like on our previous visit, they found the dancefloor quite packed and lacking room to dance. The conversation turned to elderly parents and how they are managing and, as usual, resignation that there’s not a lot we can do. Apparently, Sarah is trying to introduce Dad to the concept of Swedish Death Cleaning. I wonder how that will go down?

As they headed for their train back north, we decided to walk back. As the weather was bright and not too cold, we took a detour to the Tate Modern but didn’t really stop to look at the art. On the way back, we passed this art deco-style mural underneath a railway bridge in an area that used to be a continental goods yard in the 1900s called 'Grand Vitesse Goods Yard’. I don’t think I’ve ever noticed it before.

I was home by 4:30 pm and feeling a bit worse, so I decided to take a nap until dinner.