The whole lot was merrily washed down with a decently large carafe of house red; Mrs The Millbrooker being the driver had a couple of small glasses.
Starter number one:
Scallops in a filo parcel,
with mussels and prawns and lots of bread.
I'm feeling quietly confident.
A frighteningly alcoholic sorbet,
I fear I may have become a tiny bit stout. Hic, burp, fart, poop.