Yes, I know – it look like a typo but its actually a throw back to a little Thai bar on a boat holiday some years ago, where every cocktail was charmingly mis-spelled, and since then there is no such thing as a Margarita, only a Marargarita…
Somehow Fri evening went from 'Nurse popping over for some meat' (so to speak), to Vicki & Tina, Sophie & Laura also coming round for multiple chickens (cue Mr H having to say the word 'moist' as he lovingly tends the rotisserie, with a pole up the two chucks' butts).
And Jon Nurse is indeed a mighty fine barman – one entire bottle of tequila swiftly went south into a succession of marargaritas.. Resulting in some early merriment..
And then some more well-oiled-ness as the evening progressed
Resulting in Spotify being tuned into a succession of 80s hits from 'We Built This City' through to Prince Charming, being delightfully modelled here with the aid of my lip stick.. Oh dear! Nice bit of photo bombing going on from the garden too, good job we've never liked our neighbours….
Can't believe I was actually fine the next day (though didn't get a wink of sleep – the steroids had me a-buzzing!) But it was one of the best nights in years as (thanks again to the 'roids) I was on fire and it felt just GREAT. x