In my youth, in the late 1970s, I was an editor at Penguin Books. Our office was in Grosvenor Gardens, just behind a large and rather ugly mansion, better known as Buckingham Palace. We could see the garden and, if she had been, would easily have spotted HM Queen walking the Corgies or hanging out her washing, or other regal activities.
Sometimes, when feeling flush (quite often at that age - no kids, no mortgage), we used to lunch at a little French restaurant in Ebury Street, just off Sloane Square.
So it was very special and exhilerating, 30 years after our last visit, to reunite with Lizy and David at La Poule au Pot, and to discover that it hadn't changed a bit - and nor had David and Lizy. David is now a successful film-maker and Lizy is a successful novelist. Here we are, post-prandial, and flushed with our pride at rediscovering each other: remembrance of times past, indeed!
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