Saturday.

Yesterday evening we had dinner with a friend. The only other guest we knew was Heather from up the hill. The other three guests are members of our hostess's gardening club. Hostess lives in a very elegant, tall, narrow, regency house near the church, with a tiny courtyard garden, which she'd been planning to show her three out of town guests. It had earlier been a very wet afternoon and evening so that plan had to be shelved. Despite that it was a lovely evening. We ate in Eileen's basement dining room (and there, by the way goes our hostess's anonimity !!!). She is a very good cook. Starters were chicken and asparagus served on scallop shells, followed by a chicken pasta dish with rattatouie (spelling ?). Pudding was a sort of fruit meringue rather like a queen's pudding. We then went back up to the drawing room (with a view down the garden) for coffee. Good, lively conversation throughout the (very enjoyable)evening. Broke up about eleven, having all obviously enjoyed ourselves, and ran Heather home (she having walked down). There's a lot to be said for a quiet life in small town England.
Today got on with some work in the morning; Lasse and Ruth brought us in an Indian lunch (which he knows about) from the restaurant, a great treat for us. Usual scrabble club in afternoon. Three good games. Sandwich supper from leftovers (cold meats, etc.). Off to bed now. Goodnight.