Last night, I left the house. You may fan yourself at this point to recover from the shock, people. I actually went out for dinner! And it was great. My friend, Glynis and I decided to ignore the main courses at the restaurant, and opt for a starter and a dessert. Her husband and son did not ignore the main course. Or the dessert. Oh wow. It was an inspired choice, and I had a baked camembert with slices of apple and celery and bread to dip into it, with an onion relish. Heaven. Followed by a chocolate tart with ice cream. Ditto. Bliss.
As you can see it was a low calorie, diet friendly meal. Slimming. I will refrain from mentioning the garlic pizza bread and continental meat grazing platter which we all shared, because we did just that - we shared it, so it doesn't count. Does it?
Sigh. I had forgotten what the outside world looks like. It certainly tasted spectacular! And the company was great too.
And so a cold, windy autumn weekend is here. It is grey out there, and I do believe I may soon cave in and switch on the heating. Maybe. Or I may just go and crawl under the blanket called the cloud, because it is so soft and warm, and stay there.
One hour later....... GROAN...............I surrendered and switched on the heating. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. It functions not. So I have called the gas company and as a priority, they can come out on Tuesday morning. So that rather takes away the choice of whether or not to switch it on. I am now praying that the boiler is not dead forever. Nice boiler. Pat pat. You are my friend. Pat pat. Goooooood boiler......
I am off to the cloud. I have hot coffee. I will not let any icicles grow from the end of my nose.