OK, maybe a rather over dramatic title, but we invited some old friends over for a return meal last Saturday, we put lots of effort into planning the menu,making ice cream, buying top quality ingredients, cleaning the house, polishing the furniture etc etc. About an hour before the guests were due my daughter gave me an early Father’s Day present of a bottle of sloe gin. We tried a bit, very nice! Tried a bit more, nicer and nicer. Then our friends got lost on the way and turned up late, by which time the meal was overdone and we had almost finished off the sloe gin. The less said about the evening the better, although the food was mainly rescued, it did all become a bit of a blur, punctuated by me dropping a bottle of vodka on the tiled floor and Carol forgetting some of the starter ingredients. The next day, through a hungover haze, I did think how nice the flowers from the garden looked in a little Victorian jug that had been on the table, so managed to get  a half decent photo of it before the flowers died and we collapsed on chairs in the garden, vowing not to drink before the food was on the table next time.

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