Both my sisters are coming over for tea tonight. First time we’ve all been together for ages. Admittedly, they’re mostly popping round to be with Philippa and talk about girly stuff and babies, but that’s okay with me; it’ll still be nice to see them. I shall be spending an hour or so in the kitchen rustling up one of my legendary Chesworth chillies while they sit on the sofa sipping wine and swapping stories. I normally throw together some home-made garlic ciabatta but at this stage of her pregnancy the smell of garlic makes Philippa want to heave, so I’ll settle for a nice warmed baguette. Desserts are always hard to select when the main course is heavy on the spices, so I may just take home a selection of gelatos and sorbets and let them choose their own combos.
Do I
almost sound like I know what I’m doing?
That’s
the art of management, you see – make it all up as you go along, while giving
the impression of careful planning and forethought.
RC 12-10-18
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