|Photo; Rainer Zenz|
Last night's party for e-Laura's 50th was a wonderful chatty kind of gathering which resumed again this morning with breakfast at a local hotel. Top marks go to her mum who produced a pot containing gall stones recently removed from her husband's abdomen just after I've finished my bacon and egg. Mrs O, for this sheer audacity that even surpasses the surprises that I throw myself, I salute you!
A wombling wander didn't come into the equation as planned. We'll have to save that for our next visit because I happened to utter the words that any stressed host loves to hear. 'Can I help?' Well, that certainly opened the floodgates. For the next three hours my time was taken up masterminding the heating of nine hundred canapes in an oven that wouldn't stay at temperature and manhandling them into 1970s hostess trolleys bought for the purpose from Ebay for the princely sum of a fiver. Not sure how I pulled off what was seen as a minor miracle. I'll save the bragging for a few days though until I'm sure that I haven't caused a massive salmonella outbreak.