“Hey—not so fast! I haven’t had a square meal all day. Remember?”

“My dear. Of course. How unfortunate. I told my couple they could have the weekend off so I don’t suppose there’s a thing in the house. Still, if you’d like to forage.”

“No I would not,” I said firmly. “I mean I know English Sundays are hell and all that but there must be some place open for dinner.”

He looked doubtful. “Let’s see ... Air terminals ... Railway stations.”