off to st palais today, i am dreadfully excited. i fear i am leaving all sorts of things undone. last week i visited hawksmoor which i can heartily recommend for committed carnivores. over the weekend i briefly went to see old people including my uncle peter. he seems to live a terribly enlightened life full of sour dough, home made sausage and allotment beetroot (although i do suspect him of organicism - we all have our vices). i shall cook all of the fruits of the sea this week, and have been planning what i shall do for ages.