Literature
The lady wot lunched a little too much - Part 3
Embedded in the oaken meadows of rural Cheshire, with its twin isosceles rooftops rising through the winter mist, Le Bistro De Bon Viande had all the mystical grandeur of an old English country hall. It would almost have looked haunted, were it not for the warming red brick walls.
'It looks like a French Hogwarts,' mumbled Gemma through a mouth full of Cinnabon. Still gazing through the window she raised the sticky bun to her lips again - and smudged it against her nose as the car dipped into a pothole. 'Hey! Watch it!'
'Slow down, will you?' Holly added her own complaint from the front passenger seat. She held her Costa latte out at arm's
