We were joined by Lizzie and her new squeeze who's called Tom and, for his sins, comes from Pillaton. Despite claiming not to like fish and to be suffering from a dicky tummy he managed to slurp everything from his well loaded platter. I'm told he took the next day off work, feeling tom-and-dick; I have to hope it wasn't my cooking.
Tom is pictured for the first time in these musings on the left alongside Lizzie (I can't call her Ivy anymore due to the lack of an Ollie).
Whenever we entertain I have a fear of someone leaving my table hungry and consequently tend to do big portions. This time, I may not have made them big enough. EarMatt and Dozybean were also in attendance and felt obliged to snaffle an entire packet of liquorice bootlaces for pudding.
EarMatt and Dozybean were off the following morning on a grand odyssey to Bath to see assorted relatives and groupies; we're looking forward to news of their travels in far flung outposts.
Happy trails, to you, until we meet again....