Chilly. Well, for Cyprus downright cold. Sunday lunch at Cambanella's with Bill and Jane. The place is packed and an Englishwoman asks us on our way in whether we know of any special occasion, as there isn't an unreserved table to be had. Seems it's just chance, though. As usual the lady of the house, presiding over the carvery, is disappointed if one takes only a week's worth of meat from the roasts on offer.
