The Last Supper

Having booked a very last minute table for ten people, a challenge in London on a Thursday or any evening, I’m waiting for the last supper.

I’m downstairs at the Curzon having a cup of tea and have surreptitiously taken off my boots under the table in order to relax. 
I’m very tired and could go home for a nice quiet evening but in an hour or so, I shall regroup and hopefully find my second (or third or fourth) wind. 
The Last Supper

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