I’ve no idea what the family made of this strange, almost silent (oh yes, Barney, you see I can do silent) who smiled and smiled and left quite soon because I had a lunch date. Big hugs for darling Mig and Barney, and now I know where you live I might call again….
And I knew already where Tim lives, and I knocked on his door at an altogether suitable Sunday lunchtime time and – oh darlings, it was so good to see him again. Lovely. And, well, I’m not sure if he’s ever blogged about his cooking, but he’s a cook. Anyone who can make wholemeal pastry taste delicious is a damn good cook, because it’s difficult (which means, for those who read between the lines, that he makes better pastry than I do).
I had an easy run home, just under 3 hours, and the Sage was all ready with a glass of wine and a dinner menu. I still feel a bit fat, three days later, for all that greedy noshing, bur I have nothing but the cheeriest memories of the lovely company. Thank you darlings. Sorry for talking too much.