Glyn, our next door neighbour, arrived this afternoon for a couple of days of house and pool maintenance and we popped over to Nimes to pick him up. He is always good company and Jan took pity on his single status to invite him over for dinner. Gill, his wife, has other more important things on her mind this weekend. Her school has reached the finals of the National Teaching Awards with presentations to be held at the Theatre Royal in London on Sunday evening (more about that later).
Gill is nothing if not imaginative. Needing to eat somewhere tomorrow (Saturday), she phoned for a table at Jamie Oliver's restaurant '15'. The nice lady regretfully announced that they are booked months ahead and sorry, but there were no vacancies. Gill, not to be outdone, mentioned that they are visiting London as finalists of The National Teaching Awards and is she sure they can't be squeezed in? The receptionist seeing an opportunity called Jamie Oliver and then promptly offered a table for 5 the following evening. Great story, nice one, Gill.
Gill is nothing if not imaginative. Needing to eat somewhere tomorrow (Saturday), she phoned for a table at Jamie Oliver's restaurant '15'. The nice lady regretfully announced that they are booked months ahead and sorry, but there were no vacancies. Gill, not to be outdone, mentioned that they are visiting London as finalists of The National Teaching Awards and is she sure they can't be squeezed in? The receptionist seeing an opportunity called Jamie Oliver and then promptly offered a table for 5 the following evening. Great story, nice one, Gill.
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We, on the other hand, had to suffer Jan's mozzarella, fig and Parma ham salad to start, chicken stuffed with mushrooms en croute, and a warm mango and chilli pudding. Whilst I would love to eat at '15', Jan's restaurant runs a very close second!
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