Hallowe'en, and a number of people on the street in costume, although Guy Fawkes Day is bigger here. To Kilburn High Road to renew acquaintance. Stunning afternoon. Temperature reaches 23, a record, and it's sunny. Take a break on Kilburn Grange and watch the children with dogs, the young boys with footballs, a young couple stripped down for sunbathing.
Supper at Roses. More or less as always, though the checkered tablecloths are new, and the young East European waitresses seem part of an endless sequence. J fails to identify the language as they chatter to each other, so not Polish, Russian or Ukrainian. Romanian? Not as busy as usual. Prices pretty much the same as usual, though the roast dinners have disappeared from the two course specials and found their way back into the menu proper.
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