Oh dear oh dear – this whole 'no kitchen' thing really isn't good for the waistline, although its excellent on the getting out in the week socialising front!<\/p>\n
Over the last week there's been:<\/p>\n
Supper at Vicki's – ah the famous prawn risotto – with the hockey girls to wish Soph good luck as she heads off to Afghanistan for 4 months. Means I will finally have to learn how to use Skype to keep up on her Medi-Vac adventures and who in her 8 man tent may have stolen her one and only toothbrush this time round.<\/p>\n
Sunday lunch at Helen Tebay's – a delicious foodfest, though the undoubted highlight was Helen Vickery's small toddler, the very gorgeous Merle singing Frere Jacques in perfect tune and rhythm (2 very very musical parents) but with the new lyrics of 'bug-ger, bug-ger… bug-ger, bug-ger…' all the way through. Not one for the nursery I suspect….<\/p>\n
Monday eve – supper back at Vicki's, this time with Hawksey and Liz Lewzey. A perfectly spicy Thai noodle soup followed by Strawberry Cheesecake ice cream, which she forced me to finish off. With not much resistance on my part, to be fair. Oops.<\/p>\n
Tuesday eve – a stonking midweek supper from the goddess of domestication and hostessing, Sarah Taylor. Who the hell manages to knock out a roast chicken, 3 veg, gravy, roasties and the best bread sauce I've ever tried, plus pud and cheese on a weeknight?? All very amusing with H and Paul talking Sonos music sytems and 'man stuff' diagonally across Sarah & I swapping tales of woe about elderly mothers and sources of care support… Hey ho. Also got a white wash done as we are minus washing machine at the moment, you don't get a better night out than that I can tell you.<\/p>\n
And so to this week, where a Thurs eve dinner out beckons, one on Fri, a Saturday cury and a Sunday lunch… and I wonder why my risible hour of trainer in the gym twice a week doesn't quite cut the weight loss mustard????<\/p>\n
Here's to our huge American fridge \/ freezer being installed in 2 weeks time, replete with salad, celery and lots of delicious fresh air to eat… that's if there's room for those next to the pigs in blankets and the entire contents of Waitrose's Christmas food catalogue which H seems to have on order already…<\/p>\n
Note to self: Elasticated waist trousers and a sofa hoist to go on my present list for Xmas.<\/p>\n
Oh dear, how the mighty have fallen…. Sx<\/p>\n
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