Okay, I was mning on my phone a bit whilst there, but after a previously shit couple of hours on Friday with MIL on the palliative ward, I thought fuck it, so I went to Carluccio's on me tod. It was heaving but I had no problem getting a table for one. Had 2 negronis and a salad
I used to do this occasionally when I lived abroad but have never had the bollocks to do it here. I felt so grown up am 46