And so finally coming right up to date (almost): the dinner party tradition returned on Sunday as the above group of miscreants and ruffians assembled at Rob(ert)’s with enough food to throw an impromptu wedding. (We didn’t, though. Just to be clear.) Robert then added his own drinks menu to the event, with delicious mojito and sangria, and was the perfect host. As Saoirse and I talked about on the way home, each one of these parties has a slightly different feel and by the end – with Tash and Abbi having departed early – it all felt very cosy and friendly. No uproarious drinking, although enough to make a game of ‘I have never…’ worthwhile. *feels all warm and fuzzy*
Also: there have now been enough of these events that I have bucketloads of photos… more than enough to make something interesting with. Hmm – should maybe wait until the summer, though!
Hold me closer tiny dancer (hold me closer, just hold me closer)
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen (Lay me down)
You had a busy day today (hold me close, hold me close)
(Thanks, Nic! Bought the album today…)