Jenny's brother and his family are over from Sweden, and last night six of us went to Giraffe, child-friendly dispensers of pan-global cuisine to posh bits of London. 19 days have not changed the staff's overwhelmingly attentive waiting style. When seated you're surrounded on all sides by blackboards proclaiming the day's specials, fish of the day etc, but this doesn't stop a succession of pimply youths from the Southern Hemisphere sauntering up to you before loudly and clumsily reading down the list, recalling fantastic English lessons at the age of 14 when Michael Ramsdale would make a thigh-slapping hash of the opening pages of The Merchant Of Venice. I felt as if I should adopt the tone of a kindly tutor. “No, it's “harissa, ha-riss-a. OK? Right, carry on…” A simple mix-up over a kids strawberry milkshake became a round-table high-level summit for emplyees, managers and company directors alike, as the South African ambassador to Giraffe banged his fist angrily and demanded better service for thirsty 8 year olds. Still. Good food, though.

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