Friday, 6 December 2013
Spices of the Orient
By six o'clock the restaurant smelt enticingly of spices of the Orient and Christmas tree. A log fire crackled in the grand fireplace, hung with holly and ivy. Roxy, the headwaiter, who had been testing the mulled wine, whisked about the dining-room in an elf's costume, throwing his arms around the temp. girl, Edwina, and shouting 'You shall have a Christmas, Tiny Tim.'