That was one of the top tips for the weekend. There were others, but I’d say ‘Never whistle with blancmange in your mouth’ was my favourite.
I left my familiar Essex surroundings at the weekend, and headed to Devon. For an unknown reason, our standard train tickets enabled my friend Caron and I to travel in the first class carriage. Comfortable leather chairs, maximum leg space and a table for our trashy celebrity magazines were unexpectedly enjoyed.
Two and a bit hours later we arrived. Unfortunately our mutual Devon friend was feeling below par with her glands and a hot head but we still managed to have a blast.
Her kitchen table was our first stop and the brandy and wine bottle were opened. “You’ll forget about your aches and pains,” was our excuse. Her other friends started trickling into her kitchen, and make-up and 'going out clothes' were piled on.
Next stop was a Mexican restaurant. Sweet potato with mixed vegetables, and chili con carnie with rice and fajitas were my choices for the evening. They tasted fab. A sparkling birthday cake and flaming sambucas topped the night off in the restaurant.
Our final stop for the evening was a lively near by bar, where champagne bottles were purchased. We certainly know how to do things in (expensive) style! Well, it was her birthday!
And then home we went, and sat around the kitchen table again. Actually it would be more accurate to say we danced around the kitchen table, and I went into great detail explaining what I would do if I was George Michael's’ P.A. I’ll blame that part of the evening on the wine.
It was a thoroughly enjoyable weekend. We didn’t really get to see much of Devon, but a catch up with our friend was over due and to help her celebrate her birthday was a must.
There’s always next time for the sight seeing!
And don't forget - whistling with blancmange in your mouth is never a good idea.
The first of many.
Spangleystar getting ready.
I don't know what they put in those kidney beans?!
Sparkling birthday cake.
Where did you get that hat?