Wet and windy

We found a nice fireworks display being advertised in a local village…. then it was cancelled due to the weather.
Bloody Hell.
I said to Philippa “I guess we’ll just have to make our own fireworks - in the bedroom!”
But she didn’t agree.
Now I am confined to an evening of Wii Sports while she chats to her mother on the phone for hours.
Not an ideal Friday evening.

Sophie and Tamara are coming over on Sunday though, so that should be nice. I’m going to make some spicy vegetable soup as a starter and Philippa has downloaded a recipe for a Beef Wellington or something so there’ll be rumbling tummies a-plenty. I’ll pop out tomorrow and find some decent red wine to go with it and we’ll be all set. 

Should I just start kissing Philippa’s neck while she’s on the phone and see if I can spark some interest?
No, that’s a terrible idea. I’ll just try my hand at bowling instead.

RC 7-11-14