Fay Maschler's week in food, from Kym's to L'Escargot

The first mince pie of the season at the British Museum before a screening of Raymond Briggs’s The Snowman, accompanied by the Concordia Foundation chamber orchestra. Afterwards, walking in the air.

Astonishing Svetlana Zakharova, prima ballerina of the Bolshoi, bringing Coco Chanel to elegant life in Modanse at the London Coliseum, would probably spurn the charcuterie and bread at Terroirs that I relish afterwards.

Uplifted by Handel’s Messiah sung by the Cathedral Choir and Chorus at St Paul’s, mood is sustained by many heavenly small plates at Andrew Wong’s Kym’s.

At The KPH, where serial killer John Christie was a barman in the Forties, I start dinner with mussels and ’nduja.

With David Ellis at our own Christmas office party at L’Escargot Soho, we both choose boeuf bourguignon.