At which event la famille Grit is fed, more generously and handsomely than has happened to me in years, with the sort of delicacies I haven't tasted in what feels like eternity.
Gracious living and fine dining rubs off on me, clearly. The sparkling wine is an excellent aperitif. From which point I linger over the mushroom pie, begin to lick my fingers with the blue cheese, make a pig of myself with the white chocolate and raspberry cheesecake, knock back another glass of the pink fizz, then experiment to see if wine glasses bounce on wooden floors.
Sadly, I must return to my normal life all too soon.
Inexplicably, that means carrying home a handbag stuffed with fried noodles and a pair of chopsticks.
1 comment:
Too bad because that sounded really good.
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