Josie Silver

n years gone by someone had obviously gone to the trouble of restoring them before the current landlord hid them beneath that patterned monstrosity.

Sarah jokingly refers to us as the prozzie and the princess. In truth, she’s not got an ounce of slut in her and I’m nowhere near ladylike enough for a princess. Like I said, we meet in the middle and we make each other laugh. She’s Thelma to my Louise, hence the reason I’m disconcerted that she’s suddenly fallen hook, line, and sinker for a guy I haven’t even met or vetted for suitability

Sarah’s sandwiches are the stuff of Delancey Street myth and legend. She’s taught me her holy breakfast trinity of bacon, beetroot, and mushrooms, and it took us the best part of two years to settle on our signature dish, the DS special, named after our flat.