Today got off to a very shaky start - I was in a real tizz or as Heather (I don't know why I put a link in there anyone who reads my blog knows who Heather is) described it an A D D day. Not helped by a call at 0700 from Gaz: his flat had been burgled. And when one's son and a friend is having a bad day then I am having a bad day.
Anyway the day got better and very dear friends came for lunch. It is Pat's birthday. So I cooked dinner for Pat and Dave and Daughter Who Travels. It wasn't one of my culinary victories but it was food. And the champagne and wine were passable. Daughter Who Travels sparkled and regaled us with snippets and wit as only travellers can.
Yes. I am rich. I am very rich.