‘No quarter given,’ yelled my husband as he stabbed at a cushion with his stick, spoiling the cavalier effect a little by catching his foot in the loose rug, about which I have told him twice (not the hundred times he likes to claim). He made his inadvertently slapstick attempt at humour because I had reported to him the appearance of a new commercial sign ‘Royal Quarter’ not far from the former Army & Navy Stores in Victoria. Apart from the presence of Buckingham Palace round the corner, there is very little royal about the area, which is identified by its proximity to Victoria station.
Then I came across the Chelsea Quarter Café in the King’s Road, which later I discovered was part of the same chain behind the Royal Quarter sign, run by a husband and wife who are ‘passionate’ (see Mind your language, 18 April) ‘about delivering fresh food’.
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