Off to the country this evening. Alex picked me up at six and we headed off to have dinner with David and Neil who live in a country called Yorkshire - which is a lovely place. Broccoli is a novelty and creme fraiche borders on revolutionary.
David & Neil, however, are very cosmoplitan and did marvellous things with root vegetables, lamb and choux pastry - not all at the same time.
They live close to Hebden Bridge, a town popular with rich people and lady gays. Not mutually exclusive groups, I hasten to add - but often so. [See. I can do politics. I just sometimes choose not to.] After a long afternoon defrosting the fridge, it was a welcome relief to talk to real people.
Alex was on top form, and entertained us with hilarious stories of life in rural Hampshire: Apparently, not everyone there has their own servants anymore, and some people have to share. It sounds awful.
I had to leave at 10pm to come back to Manchester - more's the pity. However, I have a run/swim session planned for the morning and a lot to do at work. Besides, I have to sit and gloat infront of my newly de-iced fridge for a while - life can be very good...