|Janet, Quokka, Morgana|
|The New-Look Mayhem|
|The long-suffering Fifi & Greybeard|
|Empty plates, full coffees - says it all|
The planning problem came later when we had a "where are you" call from the Degenerate Dining Club for lunch. We thought a hearty breakfast, a food-free rest and Xmas in July 70's themed dinner would be fine. But no, it was for High Noon and as usual the DDC had catered for 2.5x the number of actual diners. Of course we could have skipped a course or two, but they're all such damned good cooks. Rita had done a fantastic job, with tinsel, stockings, antlers, Santa caps, hideous rotating festive musical devices and an amusing dog. The star-shaped place-card-cum-chokkie-boxes were particularly, um, 70's. Peter clearly needed nourishment after last weeks heart surgery and did more than his share. Much more. Personally I don't believe they gave him a bionic stomach.
|Between courses. Fi, Phil & Jenni|
|Bionic Peter, Jenni, Horrified Greg, Barbara, Phil, Antlered Fi|
UNFINISHED (I'm away to bed without any supper, and possibly no breakfast)