Many, many thanks to Mig for her hospitality. Mig, it was lovely to see you, thank you for the delicious lunch (two helpings, people, I rarely am so indulgent) and for your delightful company.
Last time I headed westward there was also a storm, but at least this time I was heading away from it. Fingers crossed for the east coast in half an hour or so, when high tide is due. I had a good journey, no hold-ups and Wink and I have been to the village pub for supper. Tomorrow, I’m going to visit Bod and his mother in the morning, to Shaftesbury for lunch with Wink and I don’t yet know what I’ll do in the afternoon.
All is fine at home, home fires duly burning. A couple more offers of puds for next Saturday have come in, I think we’re all set. I’m really looking forward to it, you know how I love a party. I’m contemplating canapés, but that’s probably a complication too far. But blini and smoked salmon are sounding possible at present – what do you think? Tiny sausage rolls, mushroom and shallot thingys in pastry cases, a few olives or cheesy numbers? Am I trying too hard? Does it matter? Shall I leave off all these question marks?