The horse bolted before the stable door was open. That's wrong, isn't it? The bolted horse...no, that isn't right either. Oh forget it. I forgot to mention the disco before the last post and that night's dinner so a quick recap; the kids had their hair straightened/coloured/curled for the school disco after having this weeks Pasta Fest. It was a simple fest but a fest nonetheless.
Once we had dropped the twins off at the infant disco, we dropped Kelly at James's house and then floated on a sunbeam to the Burnbrae where we had a small sherry (gigglesnort) with Ann and Gordon. An antipasti was bought and I recommend this to everyone if anyone ever ventures towards that shady establishment which we love. Succulent artichokes, parma ham, salami, Parmesan cheese, olives, tomatoes, bread, olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Truly the food of the Gods. Giving us spicy olives was an affront to decent society though. Not with antipasti, Burnbrae people, don't mess with such things. Keep your olives mild!