On Fridays we usually dine out, partly to celebrate the end of the working week and partly, well mostly, I suppose, because we like it.

I’m not a food blogger or a restaurant critic, which is just as well because my tastes are more Workers’ Cafe than Ritz, if you see what I mean.

And, as it happens, the Workers’ Cafe, in Upper Street, Islington, is exactly where we went, courtesy of a number 43 bus.

There are so many cafes, restaurants, pizza joints and pubs in Upper Street that some wag nicknamed it “Supper Street”.

We took our usual round table near the business end of the cafe, that is, the counter and, behind it, the kitchen. From here, if you are interested in such things, you can watch your food being cooked.

While waiting for the food to arrive, Tigger went on with her current project in crochet work. (Photo by Tigger) I won’t spoil the suspense by saying what is – or, rather, will be – so you’ll have to wait and see.

This is mine: omelette and chips with peas on the side. I don’t know how many eggs are in the omelette but it’s quite big and very filling.

Tigger chose a Spanish omelette which has vegetables mixed up in it. I doubt whether a Spaniard would recognise it as home cooking but let’s not be picky. (Photo by Tigger)

By the time we had finished, it was already dark – the winter is coming on apace, despite the warm temperatures we have been experiencing lately.

We walked part of the way home as Tigger wanted to take some nighttime photos but by the time we reached St Mary’s Church, it had begun to rain and so we caught a bus for the rest of the journey.

We reached home in time for tea. But, then, it’s always tea time for us so no surprises there!