Domestic bliss reigns
The onward march of 1950s domestication proceeds. This morning before work I hosted my earliest ever dinner party, having 4 friends round for pancakes. It was lovely! Much festivity, Lyles golden syrup, berries, tea and bucks fizz*. And the pancakes were yummy, even the first one which didn't go so wrong as the first in a batch normally does. I'm even trying to look the part in a swingy gingham skirt and a kitsch fawn necklace. I love this kind of thing!
The bucks fizz cheer wore off quickly once I squeezed on the bus to work, trying to juggle reading the huge brick-like Johnathan Strange and Mr Norrel, and squashed in against a man who stank like wee.
* Last booze till Easter
The bucks fizz cheer wore off quickly once I squeezed on the bus to work, trying to juggle reading the huge brick-like Johnathan Strange and Mr Norrel, and squashed in against a man who stank like wee.
* Last booze till Easter