In the supermarket bouquets of flowers that were E7.00 last week have gone up to E19.95.
Angus phones the local restaurant to make a booking. There's a special Valentines night dinner at E60 a head. The 'special' dinner turns out to be the regular E25 menu with a glass of Prosecco thrown in. The restaurant owner hates Valentines Day. All the tables, even the four seaters, have to be set up for two. Everyone wants to linger so there's no chance of squeezing in a second sitting. He expects there to be, based on his twelve years experience, at least one and possible two theatrical 'fallings out '. The restaurant owner also adds that for some aphrodisiacal reason customers each twice as many petits fours as they do on any other night. We opt to dine at home although we are tempted to go and see the 'fallings out'.
This morning, while Bob and Angus sit on the storm drain and put the world to rights, Sophie heads off in search of snacks. She finds some badger poo in a ditch. She also finds some fox poo and some deer poo. Taken together this is a pretty good start to her day. Angus politely refuses her offer of an ear lick.
The cake selection taking a post Valentines day turn for the worse.
Interesting fact of the day. It fell from the sky and left no mark : https://www.physics-astronomy.org/2018/09/the-hoba-meteorite-estimated-at-66-tons.html
5 comments:
Dining in sounds like a good decision.
I am so relieved that Bertie's poo eating phase only lasted a few weeks when he was a puppy.
Sophie remains an avid 'recycler'.
No pink or red cakes leftover?
Bless you Sophie for dining out on the local leftovers. Dining out should be avoided on Valentines Day.
Those cakes look very familiar, and the kiwi slices rather tired.
Staying home sounds wise, and what could be better than dinner à quatre at the ROF.
No left overs with the PONs around !
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