Recipe
[I meant to post this about the weekend.]
Have picnic lunch on Regent’s Park grass, then stroll through the park taking in London panorama on Primrose Hill. Leisurely consume several pints and packets of addictive pork scratchings over the Sunday papers in a pub with jazz band and immensely endearing bulldog. Add good company in the form of Alec and Matt.
Stir and serve on Sunday.
Enjoy.
[Can you tell I am trying not to write an essay?]