A friend from the Old Life is having farewell drinks before going back to London (as irony would have it she’s flying back on the day I return from there), and texted to meet with her friends and her at the last moment at the River Cafe.
I have been there once before – hardly remember anything but don’t recall feeling so distinctly uncomfortable.
This was only my second time I was at a place that requires jackets, and I didn’t have one, so they gave me a very ill fitting one that smelled of some rich person and had an embroidered anchor on its front pocket.
The worst part was that I actually never made it all the way inside – the reservation was in someone else’s name and I didn’t know who it was!
Why am I even trying to relive something that was never meant to be?