The Caruccio’s Stroke Recovery Index
Obviously it helps if I eat properly to recover from my stroke.
So when I’m in London, Cambridge, I tend to go to one of Carluccio’s cafes for lunch and have a plate of prosciutto and one of their delicious lemonades.
The prosciutto is not that easy to eat with a knife and fork, but I notice that I’m getting better. I also dribble less with the lemonade. As the staff are always very attentive and can help with an extra serviette if required, I doubt there is a better way to gauge how your recovery is going.
I note that since I got to London at 12:30 yesterday, I’ve had eaten three meals in Carluccio’s cafes; lunch in Hampstead, supper with my son and his friend in Islington and then breakfast in St. Pancras. Perhaps, it is not a cheap way of travelling, but I am alone and I know that everything I eat will be totally gluten-free and safe.
A Clean Internet Cafe
I’ve used Internet cafes all over the world from Morocco to Istanbul and from Naples to the Gambia.
There are certain characteristics that they all share; cigarette and other smoke, filth, surly operators and crap machines. Except possibly the one in Marrakech, which was kept spotless by a headscarfed and hennaed young lady of impeccable manners, who found it uncanny that my web site had pictures of me on it.
But this one, the Keystone Cafe, just up from King’s Cross Station has none of those nasty characteristics. The machine is a bog-standard Dell and even my typing isn’t that bad. Saying that I just hit the dreaded Windows key and got into a mess.
The Anonymous Widower 