Le Weekend

That was great!

Chum was as fab as ever, we talked, ate, drank, talked some more. R concocted us a tapas night with goats cheese in marmalade sauce, potatas bravas and sweet potatas bravas, chicken wings, chorizo in red wine, plus ridiculous amounts of various cheeses, ham,s and bread. We also visited our favourite nook of a cocktail bar, then a great meal out and lastly wandering through Edinburgh late, but not too late for the train. Lights and shadows! Love the place! Love the company!

My usual pattern of work is to get up each day and get as much out of the way as possible so that come noon, or two at the latest, everything necessary is over and I can stop, but no. I am sitting here bleary eyed. Alcohol? Not really. When we all get together the bevs are bound to flow, but yesterday was virtuous and the whole weekend was quite restrained really. Who knew we would all grow up and never feel it? Or kinda feel it but not enough to recognise it?