Clo has returned home from her months of travelling and, of all things, running a hostel bar in Guatemala (sure, as you do), and how else could we possibly mark the occasion than by a trip to Bar Azita, a Mediterranean tapas bar and her favourite haunt in Harpenden. As is tradition, we order altogether too much, but less too much than normal to be fair. Highlights include the jamon croquetas, some chorizo, some mackerel, and a delicious olivieh dip for the equally delicious chips. Dad, Clo, and I knock back a couple of bottles of very drinkable rosé, and I help myself to a chocolate fondue for dessert whilst Clo and I join together in a PX. A delight.