So, before you really do all get the wrong end of the stick - we did indeed go for breakfast in a toilet this morning. An EX-toilet. Revamped. Not a current toilet. I think they'd be really unhappy if you used it as such...
Now it serves good coffee, brilliant juices, lovely pastries and a few other things.
Here's some French Toast, surrounded by the urinal:
It's all very beautiful, if you like that sort of thing :) And I'm always pleased to see old spaces re-used.
I think John did start to think he was dreaming when we walked in... after being up half the night he was a bit out of it. Soon perked up though. Sherlock mercilessly quizzed him about his call outs, complete with pleading.
The weather today hasn't known what it's doing - everything from bright sun to rain, complete with strong winds. But the allotment is braving it all! Some lovely flowers around, too :)
Here are (someone else's) figs.
I've told you what my zio used to say about eating figs, haven't I?