My return to the UK happily coincides with Mum’s birthday, so I conspire with Dad to surprise her by him picking me up from Heathrow and me being in Harpenden for a birthday dinner. We go to Pasta Cibo, which used to be the go-to family restaurant, and I have not been in at least 10 years. Thankfully, literally nothing has changed at Pasta Cibo in that time. The over the top tat all around the walls and ceiling, including the creepy clown doll; the menu that genuinely includes “Spaghetti ‘Lika Mamma Used To Maker’”; it’s all there. I have pretty much what I would have had back then - whitebait to start, a margherita pizza for the main, nothing for dessert (they buy them all in, Punky Penguin ice creams and all). It’s nice to be back.