Had my uni chum Mark Warshaw over for supper and to see the new house last night, giving us the long awaited opportunity to meet his not-so-new man, Charlie.
He managed to floor me on arrival when I was asking what he’d like to drink and he drily rolled out the words ‘I don’t drink, I’m three years sober’ giving me just about enough time to pick my chin off the deck before asking for a gin and tonic…. Phew!
H got him to carve the chicken, think it’s a first for someone to ask for an apron to keep him clean while doing it. Amazed I actually managed to find one.
I seem to remember a dubious conversation about ‘fizzy rings’ as the night drew on, still not entirely sure where that one was going! but very good to finally meet Mark’s fella.
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