...another 365 days.
I've had a long birthday celebration which is only tailing off slowly. It began on Friday night with a wonderful dinner as Linda's on King. This used to be a fairly regular hangout of ours, but we haven't been there since Sandra's 50th. Can't think why: it was a great evening. The service is excellent: friendly, careful and very efficient. The food was great: we started with scallops with pork, pomegranate seeds, witlof and pink grapefruit for me and wonderfully tempura-y salt-and-pepper prawns and chilli jam for Sandra. Braised lamb shoulder for Sandra and an amazing trevalli pie for me: better, I thought, than the famous fish pie at The Boathouse, which I found just too rich and overwhelming. Linda's version is lighter, with a fresh-tasting wine-based sauce with a hint of tomato rather than a rich creamy one. We finished with the dessert tasting plate. It was really a bit too much - we should have shared an entree - but it was a really memorable meal.
Back home and it was present time: I scored a Maggie smith DVD, a David Hobson CD, a lovely little bright red namaste pouch for knitting knick-knacks, and a copy of Shirley Paden's Knitwear Designing Workshop. After two glasses of wine through the evening I can barely remember climbing the stairs to bed.
Up at 6.30am and off to the airport, where the information system let us down. We waited for over an hour at gates A/B for Mat, who'd arrived from London and was waiting at gates C/D. We eventually hooked up, but not until it had become an anxious wait for both of us. (His mobile didn't have roaming so he couldn't contact us.) But that little hiccup over we brought him home to discover that Maya, who had seemed much better, had peed on his bed! Still, she's been much calmer since we installed a pheromone dispenser, and we're hoping this is the last phase of her little protest. Mat brought gifts: four skeins of maroon Rowan crack silk haze and six of the new Rowan purelife Revive (entirely recycled silk, cotton and viscose) in a lovely soft grey - both still in their Liberty's bag. Sandra has already started a Bourne tabard in the Kidsilk haze.
We skipped SSK in favour of a nap and spent yesterday evening peacefully knitting after a dinner of Sandra's spaggie bol - one of my all-time favourite meals. And I'm taking a day off my PhD work today, hence this long blog post.
And in only 364 days I get to do it all again, for the 60th time.