Regular Haunt

With the cold and sometimes wet weather, it is tempting to head to the French Cafe around the corner - once you are inside it transports you far from the character-less life of Forest Hill Road. Isobel calls it her favourite cafe - we have our usual seat just to the left of the door, I have a latte (sadly the days of pastries have had to go) and she has her smartie cupcake - and consumes only the icing. Usually Elis sleeps, but not for long today so it was a swift visit.