Lose the shoes for a great party
This is a bit of a cheat this week. I loved Onthehomefont’s blog on Do you need shoes to be party hardy? – ie does taking your shoes off mean your party is, well, BORING. This was a little too close to home, what with the party season coming up and I’d just emailed the following invite:
We have moved into temporary accommodation – the servants quarters/writers’ garret/franklytooexpensiveforus – a posh pad that overlooks the skyline of London and has a garden the size of a park.
Park your friends outside if they want to wear shoes on cream carpets…
Come and enjoy the views along with a few Christmas drinks…erm, no shoes, no red wine, no spillages…ok if you want to wear shoes, drink red wine and spill stuff stay in the kitchen. Or the park. Or write us a cheque. On second thoughts give us cash. Other than that, come and RELAX!!!
Please RSVP so we know how many packets of crisps to buy. (more…)
No place like home
I’ve been fretting about not blogging. And about not writing. I thought by being silent on the net everyone would think I’d been busy writing my next big thing…The truth is, I couldn’t find my computer, we had no internet connection and, ok, we moved house.
I now know why people don’t move very often. It’s because you can’t find anything for weeks, even your new home. I had to remind myself which way to go home – but not home, as in the place I had lived for 13 years.
OK, so that doesn’t look like books. Is wire useful?
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