Gigi

A full diary at work turned into an empty test room. Frustratingly only one person of the eight who didn’t turn up phones to let us know as with imminent shut down patients are clamouring to be seen.
Came back for a deep deep power nap and then decided on a whim to dine out.. maybe for a last time.. to local Italian Gigi’s. Shows you how fickle I am having forswore this place since one disappointing Christmas meal in about 2012!
The food was incredible the atmosphere buoyant just what we needed after so much doom chat at work. Ironically got the news of the total French shutdown from my Dad, also called GG, self isolating by the pool, at 85 not overly concerned ‘cos something has to kill me’.
Too full for dessert, instead home to eat a box of After eights and thankfully we’re not tempted to eat this late birthday gift, a
Sweetie G string which after being worn by a friends husband last weekend, without modesty underwear, then supplanted in my handbag...it lay untouched, mouldering on t’table