I am about to order an omelette. When eating out, an omelette - ham, mushroom or a combination of the two - is only too often my Menu of Choice. I am boring like that.
Youngest of the Darling Daughters, sitting opposite me in Café Rouge, remarks that the egg, spinach and red pepper quiche with salad looks enticing. We could share a helping of fries, she suggests by way of an added incentive. I take another look at
the menu and execute a quick Change of Mind.
"We'll both have the same," my daughter tells our waitress, adding honestly: "We always do that...!"
has a startlingly towering Afro hairdo above a sweet face with stunning lilac eye shadow and turquoise eye liner setting off her beautiful "peepers". She understands, I can just tell, that this is one of the many rituals of a "Mother and Daughter Lunch Date".
We have made a good choice, she compliments us, the quiche being not only the cheapest main meal on the menu but one of the most popular. I am so glad I changed my mind and I am quite sure that my stomach, of which as you well know I Am Always Thinking, will
be similarly appreciative.
Regular readers know that the Youngest of the Darling Daughters and I are seasoned theatre goers, enjoying Lunch and a Show together every couple of months. Today it's the turn of
"Beautiful", the story of singer / songwriter Carole King. We have bought two tickets for £15 apiece which princely sum has secured us seats in the back row up in The Gods at the Aldwych Theatre. It is a very, very long way up a spiral staircase but
the exercise will doubtless help us work off the effects of the (totally delicious) quiche.
I wonder just how many of the hits from the Sixties penned by Carole and her husband and songwriting partner Gerry
will be familiar to my daughter (she not having been born until the Seventies) but she tells me she has heard all but a couple before - even though she wouldn't have been able to tell who sung them. In other words, she didn't know her Drifters from her Shirelles
but, as always, she was prepared to learn. It's been quite educational, she tells me, during the interval - when we decide to move down into the centre of the completely empty row one below us. The view is much better, unimpeded by the lights which (ever so
slightly) blocked our view of the top of the stage in Row K, seats 1 and 2.
Not that we are grumbling, you understand. It is a feature of our regular outings that we Never Grumble, being far too busy enjoying
each other's company to waste precious time on what Mr B would call "whinging and moaning." Not a whinge, nary a moan crosses our lips. Not even when we stand outside the theatre and my daughter captures our Traditional Selfie, taking at least four attempts
before we can see the billboard clearly, thus showing exactly what show we will be watching. Still, it's all part of the rich Tapestry of life. Tapestry, of course, being the title of the esteemed Carole King's most successful album.
After the show we grab a coffee at Prêt à Manger and sit in the window from which vantage point we can watch and marvel at all the brave cyclists heading home from work through the London traffic. Sooner them than us,
we agree, safe in the knowledge that we will be taking the train.
Ah, yes, the train. Owing to the train strike affecting services on Southern Rail, I couldn't travel up to London by train. Instead I had to
drive to my daughter's an hour and a half away and travel in by South West trains with her. If this sounds like a complaint, then I must temper it - every cloud has a Silver Lining. In the case of this particular cloud, the silver lining was that I was "forced"
to spend the night with my daughter. Which in turn meant us both joining the Middle of the Darling Daughters for an evening meal of chilli and rice, washed down with plenty of Prosecco. What's more, before driving home the next day, there would be plenty of
time for Fun and Frolics with The Twinkles - of which, more delectable detail in tomorrow's Daily Blog.
I'm still getting used to having two daughters living in the same village. I like it. Why visit one Darling
Daughter when you could visit two?
I am, indeed, the Lucky One.