Scrambled legs!

After an afternoon consuming the contents of the National Gallery's tea shop, Bobbeh and I didn't believe we would ever desire food again. Groaning all the way to Chazzle's, we felt like a saturated solution of cake. However, we hadn't bargained on Chazzy's nimble little fingers whipping up such a tempting dinner and soon we were guzzling away again.
She played a twist on the classique carbonara and served us up with spaghetti mixed with bacon, egg, cheese and podded beans.

However, before this delight we had quite the scare! We'd fled the heat up to chaz's roof garden to admire the view and sample the wine. Alex was meant to be joining us but was a bit late. We didn't really mind this as that meant more wine for us. Suddenly I got a call from him sounding very strange. We couldn't really be bothered to come down but eventually forced ourselves off the roof to find the aftermath of an Alex bike accident! A bus had pushed him and his rucksac of a dozen eggs over his handlebars. Oh dear.

Talk about not putting all your eggs in one basket! Luckily for us our one needed egg and our always needed Alec wasn't too crushed and we could still enjoy dinner.