Titus
After a snooze and an earth-shattering o****m, I discover that I’m ravenous, despite my large lunch. Heidi offers to cook something, but Alan has urged me to make use of their chef, so I call the house and ask whether he’d be prepared to make us something. “Anything, sir,” is the answer, so I ask him for something Chinese and spicy. After a while, there’s a knock at the door, and a young guy delivers a bag full of containers. We take them into the kitchen and unpack them with whistles and cheers when we discover kung pao chicken, twice-cooked pork, king prawns in ginger and garlic, and a superb crispy chili beef, along with fried rice and homemade vegetable spring rolls.
Heidi and I pour ourselves another drink, serve up the food, take it out onto the terrace, and sit at the outdoo
