I've managed to subtly influence the front garden to conform to my favourite colour. Our neighbour's adorable little girl came and asked us what we were doing when we were planting the baskets, and promptly told me that her favourite colour was pink. And blue. And not forgetting green, her schoolfriend added.
I even managed to sneak some purple influence into this weekend's salad.
lamb Lettuce, washed
cherry tomatoes, quartered
cucumber, diced
avocado, sliced
feta, cubed
bacon, crispy
croutons, herby
red cabbage, grated
lemon juice, spritzed
It's ok, I had a salad for lunch. So I could enjoy a nice birthday dinner at the Crown in Amersham. I could scoff my favourite duck liver pate, followed by lamb shank for my dinner. I could then finish it all off with a millionaire's sponge pudding, which featured a chocolate sponge rolled in caramel and butterscotch ice cream, topped with whipped cream, dark chocolate sprinkles and a chocolate ganache sauce. Oosh.
Meanwhile the cat continues to insist that water tastes better out of Chris' glass than it does out of his own bowl. Passive aggersive sod.
I've been having a bash at my center pieces over the last couple of days, I think I might have figured it all out but it's still a work in progress. More to come...
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