oooooooh, I'm feeling a 'lil fragile this morning. My enthusiasm for wine will be the death of me. Our cheese evening was a success last night. We demolished a box of crackers and a marvellous cheese selection. They were all lovely, Roquefort, Brie and some strange thing with walnuts in.
We are considering launching a gastronomic wednesday club where we will taste the food of a country or region accompanied by a bottle of whatever is appropriate each week. What a marvellous idea, good food, fine wine and beautiful company.
We watched those birds on the telly who tell people what to wear. I love that programme, I have however, discovered their secret, whoever they have on it, fat, skinny, tall, small, they put them in bootlegs and give them the Lulu hairstyle! Every week it's the same but I love it. I am beginning to flounder myself, as I set sail on the sea of 30 something. Although I am not yet beached on the sands of bad taste (some may disagree) I am certainly heading toward shallow water.
Time then for bootlegs and a Lulu hairstyle...........and perhaps a plunging neckline.
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