Julien and Karine came to stay with us this weekend, arriving only 5 “Julien” minutes late for dinner. He blamed it on the British trains, and this week I might actually believe him.
I’ve had a nightmare on the trains recently, with delays nearly every other day. One day it’s leaves on the line, the next it’s the wrong kind of snow – every day is a different excuse. On the plus side, delays of 30 minutes or more mean that you get your entire fare refunded (if you are diligent enough to write into the company). I’m now at the point where I’ve got a form letter set up, so it takes me no time at all to write in for compensation. I’ve been travelling nearly free for the past three weeks!
In any case, I cooked a rib of beef – I thought it would be nice to do something traditionally British, so I used mad cow for the recipe. Considering it’s Julien we’re talking about, I figured “what’s the harm?”
Julien was keen to show Karine the metropolitan delights of Canterbury, so we headed out for a few drinks. Only to discover that our preferred bar was closed for refurbishment, and all the other bars stopped serving at 11pm. We finally discovered that our local Cuban place was still open and serving, so we passed away several hours there…
