As is tradition when back home, a trip to the Waffle House, made all the easier by the comparatively recent addition of a Harpenden location. This time, it’s my belated birthday treat for Clo before I head up to the Fringe, snatching a rare opportunity to catch up in person before she’s back off gallivanting around the globe. I have the ol’ standard - a waffle with chocolate sauce and whipped cream. The only change they’ve made to this in the last 15-20 years is the addition of some white chocolate shavings, and that’s fine with me. The sauce is unlike any other I’ve had. The waffle is beautifully soft, none of that inferior sugar-crystalled nonsense here. The chantilly cream is massively apportioned (which as well it should be for £2.50). In an effort of underindulgence, I don’t ask for extra chocolate sauce, but contra to that I do order a malted chocolate milkshake alongside - well, hung for a sheep as a lamb. The second half of our time there is mostly spent with me trying to buy My Chemical Romance tickets, which adds a certain frisson to the proceedings, and eventually I’m on my way.