Capital
Back home in Sheffield now. The Thursday that I predicted pretty much all came true. A wooden back door in the property had become kind of jammed - no doubt swollen by winter weather. I had to use a chisel and sandpaper to relieve the pressure and ensure that that door was lockable once more. On another occasion, I will share some of the painful details about this flat and where Frances and Stewart are with it all. My good value Travelodge room was excellent - newly remodelled, clean and warm. It also had a welcome reading lamp on the desk and in total I must have spent around three hours just sitting there engrossed in the novel I am currently reading. At seven thirty, as planned, I went across Wood Green High Street to the "Capital" Turkish restaurant. It was a heavenly dining experience from the welcome I received when I walked in to the efficient settling of my bill at the end. There was no interminable waiting, drumming my fingers on the table. I glanced at the menu...