Late night shopping on Thursday ruins my week. Not because of attempts to shop, but because of the stress of trying to get through the crowds to go home.
Anyway. Evening spent in specsavers. New glasses needed - I chose one [dark grey]sensible pair and one [bright red] not-so-sensible pair - and new kick-ass contacts being sorted next week. Then it was time for dinner (any excuse for a nice dinner, but an actual ‘occasion’ was an even better excuse for an even nicer meal). We realised quick enough that every restaurant in the city was full, so agreed to put our name down somewhere and come back in half an hour.
We chose Salamanca, the Tapas Bar off Suffolk Street.
