Sunday
Woke up early with the sun streaming in for a hot day. The seven little squash vines looked pretty traumatized. They had gone all saggy and wrinkly. We moseyed around with breakfast and then headed to lovely Waverley Cemetery, where in two or three hours we explored carved tombstones and grimacing angels and a big Irish memorial and the grave of former stewardess who survived the Titanic.
Then we walked back around Clovelly Bay and had a quick lunch at this little fish and chips shop called Out of the Blue. We had a reservation that night at El Bulli, the tapas place where my friend Simon bartends, and we enjoyed some fabulous gnocchi, lamb, prawns, and garlic mushrooms, a jug of white raspberry sangria, and finished with ice cream from Cold Rock (which was, unsurprisingly, just like Cold Stone). We had to stop Mom from going back into El Bulli for tequila shots. Home, we watched some Jeeves and Wooster and were in bed, as usual, around nine.
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