Fun times pizza times

Hi you crazy guys.

Today I am mostly being excited about tomorrow. I know that's not necessarily the best way to go about life, but give me a minute, I think you'll understand. Tomorrow I will finish work at four. Then. There will be pizza. I know!! Mazeballs eh?

For reasons v annoying and typical of my Mr Magoo style life there will also be a bottle of bubbly champagne in my bag. The reason? The bloody exhaust fell clean off the car last night. Bloody!!!!!!! So seeing as I can no longer drive to the pizza party I may as well take a wee bubbly bottle of bubbles eh?

Don't worry. There will also be shloer. We love that. Or pink lemonade maybe. And the boy will *fingers crossed, twirl around, make a wish* have the car ready in time to pick us all up again!!! F x

Well!

Didn't it all go well?? What a smashing wee night. We all ate what turned out to be lovely tasty food, tk made a well good dessert and we all drank fizzy bubbles. I'm currently sitting in a private school car park bursting for a powder room visit so I'm going to tell the rest of the story using the power of photographs x

A confession...

It's 9.38 am. I am up. I am still in my jammies but am up. Radio 2 is blaring (I know, I love the ol' Ken Bruce). And I have a fully set dinner table amidst a messy house.

I should explain. I have friends coming for dinner. Topknot and the crazy one. Topknot is an amazing host. I've had friends all my life, I've been lucky that way...but 'friends for dinner' hadn't really happened yet. Friends for drinks. Friends for takeaway. But never the big one. I'm a good cook 20% of the time or if veggie burgers are involved, but for some reason have decided to commit to series 2 episode 8 of Jamie's 30 minute meals. What?! I don't even have the ingredients yet!! But the table is set...