Friday…

Big gap there. Nothing significant to report apart from some late night sausage and mash action on Thursday.

The train down to London on Friday night zips by in a flash and I barely have time to finish the sudoku. The fridge is bare, and neither Mrs Jiffler or I can be bothered to traipse around Waitrose, or cook anything for that matter. Lucky for us that Mrs Jiffler lives around the corner from a budget Tapas joint called ‘El Molino’ on the Holloway road. Its fairly busy, but we get a table by the window.

Rioja in hand, the weekend starts. We discuss tomorrow’s houseparty over a plate of fried boquerones, and wait for our selection of plates to arrive. Fabadas asturianas fails to impress due to stinginess on the meat front, but a stuffed aubergine, reasonable patatas bravas and some albondigas make up for it. Our prawns take a while, but finally emerge from the kitchen smothered in sweet young garlic with just a hint of chilli.

The desserts are cheap, but we opt instead for boozy coffees involving Liquor 43 to perk us up ready for a mini pub crawl along the Holloway Road.