A late post from me this week, I’ve been away with work. In fact, still here in the wierd and wonderful place that is Los Angeles.
So, we went to a gig the other night to see the very excellent Editors. Loved the music but the dancing and whooping felt ever-so-slightly self-conscious.
There was a time when the Sunday Papers were read cover to cover all before our first glass of wine at lunchtime on a Sunday.
A pair of Clarks shoes to be precise. I didn’t realise quite how much of a landmark it was at the time.
I read something that made me laugh out loud on a heavenly family-of-five-in-a-small-confined-space car journey last weekend. Apparently someone once said that one of the foremost over-rated things in life is cheap Champagne.
Big night in our village tonight: the Harvest Supper. I was on the ‘young’ table (i.e. six out of eight were under 45) and we were entertained by a singer who made her name singing the hook line for the old Fairy Liquid adverts.
My mother is about to appear at the door with our supper. She doesn’t do this every night – that would make me lazy –
My husband says I’m not to mention him in this blog unless it is in a positive light. So, unless my devastingly good-looking, intelligent, witty, so-hands-on-with-the-children-I-don’t-know-how-lucky-I-am husband does anything to upset me, he won’t be featuring.
Thought it might be useful to suggest two wines a week: 1) the white in the fridge 2) the red on the side If I find a good rose or sparkling, I’ll include these too.