An Amazon package (two pairs of silk toe socks suitable as liners) arrived later than expected and I went off to Queensway to find myself a Cantonese roast duck from Gold Mine. There was a very long queue but a Chinese briskness to getting people in and out, so it wasn’t more than a 20 minute. They put me at the table with a pair of young Americans on their first day in London: a chartered accountant and her boyfriend who had just graduated. A sweet enough pair, clearly a bit overwhelmed at being here, after a very tiring time. We ended up chatting a fair bit, though I had my Kindle on the table in case they wished to have some privacy.
The roast duck was very good but also quite large – I brought half of it home, though it was only a single portion. At the bus stop another person started chatting to me, a most unusual experience both in London generally and for me specifically as I have a notorious fuck-off-don’t-talk-to-me vibe. This was a young woman with a beautiful voice, complaining about the bus always being late. Which it was.
In any case I took the bus back; all in all it was a surprisingly quick 40 minutes door to door, something to bear in mind. Tonight I might go for laksa or seekh kebabs; after the past couple of months of vegetarian English food (not the joking stereotype, nor worthy quinoa-squash-and-kale but very good food, I should add) I need some mirch masala, not to mention flesh.