Village people

Out to the P's last night for a finger buffet. My mother tried, oh how she tried, but I never developed a taste for fingers! Anyway, these are very wealthy people and claimed that because they had a small kitchen (well, build a bloody bigger one!) that's all that they could provide. Hmnnnn. So, for the record, it's two huge dinners to us (both times they turned up uninvited) and one finger buffet to them. Not that I keep count. Anyway, we had an excellent evening, helped no doubt by our hosts enthusiastic bottle opening skills.

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Shopping with mum is very frustrating. We have a favourite fruit and veg shop in Sommieres and letting her loose in there is like watching a child in a sweet shop. Jan and I breeze through the shop, like a couple of old pros, buying our usual goodies and finishing 20 minutes before mum. The trouble is that she sees things that she wouldn't normally see in her shops in Harrogate and, in a flurry of nostalgic excitement, can't stop buying stuff. This, despite the fact, that we tell her that we have already bought some of the stuff that she has bought. Jan then gets worried about space in the fridge. Such fun - not.

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It must be the start of the party season. We were invited to Beatrice's housewarming this evening. All our favourite village people (that's a good name for a band - Ed) are there, so the evening passes very shmoothly.