Anticipation

The few hours before hosting a party are always the same, a mixture of nerves and hope.

Have we bought enough food and drink? Will everything go OK? And most worryingly, will anyone turn up? If so, will there be five people or fifty, and will they enjoy themselves?

Every time, I worry. Every time, I head for the shops at the last minute and buy too much so that we spend the next few days living on a diet of leftover french bread and dips, and drinking the dregs of half-finished bottles of cheap wine. And of course every time I am tempted to have that pre-party drink that ensures that by the time that guests arrive, I no longer care.

:o)

It's been a good eighteen months since we last gave a bash, and I'm looking forwards to this evening. This time the weather has been so poor that we haven't wanted to go out for the day, and Moonface has actually managed to do some work in the late afternoon.

:o)