This is pure opulence here

We have one night of food at the Michelin star “Aperitif” restaurant, which does not allow trainers, flip flops or shorts. Despite our protestation that all our good clobber is on its own vacation (yes I have some).

Mrs Fogg has managed to get them to relent, providing we sit “away” from their posh guests. Wow do I feel speshul now, not allowed to sit at the toffs table cos I ain’t wearing Armani and Gucci. Should have brought a shell suit!