April 25, 2006

So it was Monday. First day back at work, with an especially fierce and rampant hangover drilling through my skull thanks to the 18th birthday bash we'd hosted the night before.

Two pints bowls of Guiness black soup at lunchtime steadied the bodily ship a little, but by the time 6.30pm came, home time, I was ready to drop.

Then I do go home. The house is quite serene. K is in the front room lounging on the couch watching a DVD, a glass of chilled white wine at her side, the dog stretched out and yawning in front of the fire. M is in the dining room watching something else. C is out at work.

I'm offered a glass of a wine, which I readily accept. Greedily. As I do with the second one. And the third.

Then it's tea dinner time.

We have tender slivers of hot chicken tandoori (home made) on the barbecue as starters.

Then we have lamb steaks, also on the barbecue, that have been marinating overnight in homegrown bay, rosemary and garlic.

We have feta cheese and olive salad.

We have tsatziki.

We have potato salad.

We have fresh baquettes.

We have an inordinate amount of freezing cold Pinot Grigio.

There was spicy homemade Thai green soup curry left, too, but no-one had the space.

And lots of fresh Danish pastries.

Whatever you do, Zeds, don't mention the karaoke machine, and the fact you were singing Avenues and Alleyways - again - at 11pm last night. It'll ruin what otherwise sounds like quite a pleasant evening