Lol, I'm sorry that you don't like onions or I may not have sent you the dip. Still, it's probably got enough chemicals in it to render it relatively onion-free-tasting.
I'm glad the dinner party went ahead. I read what you were going to do and how in your letter and was suitably impressed then. Now that you've pulled it off I am even more impressed, but then I always knew you were a clever girl. Cooking for lots of people is a lot more complicated than the famous chefs of tv make it out to be.
Ah, boogying to Steps, there's always a band that when drunk each group of people tends to gravitate towards. I'm not sure what my group's would be, perhaps Grease or the Rocky Horror Picture show, those are popular ones.
Cigars, eh? How sophisticated, my dear. Though I can imagine that stubbing them in empty dip trays would not be so sophisticated (**laughs**) and look rather icky.
They left you? Alone? And with a remains of a party to be cleared up? Shame on them! But still, the consolation of banoffee pie somewhat calms my righetous indignation for you.
The national train museum. Ah well, it's a small price to pay for Sam taking you to York I suppose.
My gods... your trip is so soon! I'm expecting a postcard, if you have time!
I'm glad the dinner party went ahead. I read what you were going to do and how in your letter and was suitably impressed then. Now that you've pulled it off I am even more impressed, but then I always knew you were a clever girl. Cooking for lots of people is a lot more complicated than the famous chefs of tv make it out to be.
Ah, boogying to Steps, there's always a band that when drunk each group of people tends to gravitate towards. I'm not sure what my group's would be, perhaps Grease or the Rocky Horror Picture show, those are popular ones.
Cigars, eh? How sophisticated, my dear. Though I can imagine that stubbing them in empty dip trays would not be so sophisticated (**laughs**) and look rather icky.
They left you? Alone? And with a remains of a party to be cleared up? Shame on them! But still, the consolation of banoffee pie somewhat calms my righetous indignation for you.
The national train museum. Ah well, it's a small price to pay for Sam taking you to York I suppose.
My gods... your trip is so soon! I'm expecting a postcard, if you have time!
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Meh, don't worry about it. I saved it for when onion-liking people would be around, and they all thought it was super.
Actually, I threw them out of the house when I went to work, not realising quite what a mess it was in. And then came back and went, "Oh. Bugger."
The train museum was fun. I played on all the games designed for eight-year-olds, and Sam rolled his eyes at me. Yay!
I shall most definitely send you a postcard, so long as I can figure out what stamp is needed for NZ.
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