It had been another dull start to the week – a huge amount of work has
been done, a ridiculously pitiful amount of food has been consumed, the gym and
pool at our apartment has never seen so much activity and my body has just
about got a weekend’s worth of gin out of its system.
Clearly, after such a
strong start there was only one way that dinner plans with Mike and his
girlfriend Tilly were going to go, and that’s downhill. Fast.
Having arrived with the
best of intentions for a booze and naughty-food free night, their fabulous hospitality
wore me down a full five minutes after I walked in the door.
There was pink wine
(Mike only drinks pink wine), cured meats and olives, pork and veggies and even
a full-blown pavlova to round things off! With a couple of their neighbours
also in attendance, we squeezed around a table out on the balcony and spent a glorious
evening surveying the view. It turns out Mike doesn’t believe in measuring
spaces before he shops in Ikea, so their dinning table doesn’t fit in the flat,
and on the balcony it only fits if pushed up against the glass, so we were sat ‘head
table’ style in a nice straight line. It was great fun!
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