Sunday, 1 November 2009
- oysters at Peters, delicious!
Masses for me as hardly
anyone else there would
Ashley swallowed two
and is still not convinced
that they are a Good
Thing. Peter cut himself
opening them but managed
not to get blood everywhere.
Fortunately there were
salads and other goodies.
It was lovely, sitting in the sun enjoying good food in
wonderful company: Ian, Leo, Joan, Nel and Peter, Peter and
Annie, Ashley -witty and engaging. And I was sober.
Poor Nel was in pain with poisoned foot but was brave and
looked after us all without complaining.
Afterwards walked up the mountain and planted some blackberries.