I’ve had a really busy evening. It’s only 11 o’clock and I’m tired out. I had the bright idea of feeding the children at 5.30, with nibbles and wine for us, and then we having dinner at 7.30 when Zerlina was in bed. A good idea, but it needed a lot of rushing about. It had all gone so well during the day too, because I’d got everything prepared, it was just a matter of putting things in the oven at the right times and keeping an eye on them.
And it did work. Everyone started to arrive at 5, and in due course we opened Christmas presents, the children ate (I’d gone for easy options, sausages and baked beans, ice cream and cake) and I served the smoked salmon and little cheesy numbers. Soon after 7, Zerlina asked to go to bed. I know, it’s true though, Weeza has a child who knows when she’s tired, rather than getting irritable but denying it, and asks for her bed. Dinner was on the table at exactly 7.30, by which time Squiffany and Pugsley were sitting together in an armchair watching a Nanny McPhee DVD on my computer (the DVD player is on the blink, I’ll have to replace it). But I’d been scurrying about in frenzied fashion getting it all ready by then.
Wink brought some splendid cheeses with her from her local deli, and Ro and I, in particular, tried each of them and compared notes. One of them was splendidly smelly. Unfortunately, Wink couldn’t remember its name. There was a ripe local (to her) camembert (Phil described it as “suppurating,” and indeed it was oozing over the cheeseboard), a semi-soft goat’s cheese, a Cheddar from Cheddar and a couple of others. I am not sure how I’m going to finish them while they’re still at their best, the Sage won’t eat much of them. She also brought a magnum bottle of Crozes Hermitage, which she’d won in a raffle, it having been donated by the local wine merchants. It was on its way, past its best, but still a fine wine.
Everyone has gone to bed now except the Sage and me. Ro and Dora went back to Norwich, but all the same, it’s not often that six people sleep in this house now.
You have to have seen the film to ‘get’ the title of the post, but it could relate to the cheese too.