Zoë and I were in town the Monday before our holiday, we’d finished all our errands and there was time to fit in lunch somewhere before taking the bus home to face the mountain of ironing and packing. Zoë wanted to go to Shed, which I could completely understand, and then it occurred to me – we could try out Notes, the first of the raft of hospitality businesses we’ve been promised on Station Hill, and I could get a review of it under my belt.
Zoë has been disappointed by shiny new things in Reading quite enough times, especially recently, and I suspect she had a Tuna Turner on her mind, and she was stubbornly refusing to budge. So I offered to buy her lunch, and that’s what sealed the deal.
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