one bonny saturday, several weeks ago, I threw caution (and the fact I’d had no sleep and too many jagerbombs the night before) to the wind, and accepted both an invitation, and last minute offer of lift, to Canbrrrr to attend a party. There was a bonfire. there was a live band in the garden. there was ridiculously too much food and drink, but also a chance to don apron and cook with miss c, always an extreme pleasure.
I ate too much, it was cold, we lay on the rug in front of the heater talking late into the night.
it was swell.
the end.(thanks Brett for the lift!)