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It was a very, very good weekend. Having dragged dad around Somerfield on Friday night I made him to it all over again in Sainsbury’s on Saturday morning, when it struck me that supermarkets seem to be the only places I spend money any more. It must be something to do with passing 30.
To rectify things, I drove us both into town to buy some picture frames in the sales, which fortunately matched the furniture almost exactly when we got them back home.
Sal and Dan came around at six and we drove out to Pleshey for dinner. The food was fab, and by the time we were done our table was shrouded in a vapour cloud of venison, rabbit, scallop, and shrimp.
I had nut roast.
I don’t know how we got onto the topic of the neighbour behind our house who urinates in the garden, but we did. He obviously thinks he can’t be seen from my window, but he can.
‘He’s keeping the foxes away,’ Sal said.
‘Really?’
‘Yes. ____ does it. She pees into a jug and then pours it around the lawn. When her son comes around she gets him to do it for her, because of course he can do it standing up.’
Fortunately it was busy, so nobody could over hear. Neither did they hear ‘Well, you know - by the end of the week we just wanted some plain English food, so we went out to get pizza.’
Hmmm…
Sunday, they came around again for lunch, and I did a repeat of last week’s fish pie, and an apple and apricot cake, and we sat around playing Perudo, which turned out to be very excellent. Dan won one game and Paul won the other.
I need to practice my lying.
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