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Jun. 30th, 2006 08:54 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eiffel_71Me ma and I were guests at the local Rotary Club's Presidential Installation Dinner last night. I had the wife of the Portsmouth club president on one side of me - she's a history teacher, so as I'm a history graduate we had a conversational point there - but I spent more time talking to my other neighbour, Betty, wife of our town's outgoing club president. She and I soon established a shared love of the theatre, and talked a lot about shows we'd seen; her favourite local venue was the Chichester Festival, and she strongly recommended Carousel which is running there at the moment. "It's very good, but sad," she said.
Very nice food again, topped off with Strawberry & Champagne Heart, which was quite simply the most delicious dessert EVER. Full stop. Meanwhile I had a few glassfuls of red wine, and was already feeling a little detached from the proceedings by the time they brought round PORT. This port was a bit stronger than the mild one we'd had at my mother's installation dinner, though nowhere near as lethal as the one from the installation dinner for last year's Mayor! With two glasses of port inside me I spent the speeches in a daze, though I managed to concentrate on the District Governor-Elect's speech long enough to catch a quite good joke about Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?
As soon as we got home my father gave my mother a rocket. During the evening he'd opened the fridge and a pot of cream had come flying out and emptied itself all over his trousers. With the cleaning-up operation he'd forgotten House was on and missed the last episode. Though still feeling the effect of the port, I didn't get to crash out : my mother kept me up for a while sorting through more functions we'd been invited to...
Very nice food again, topped off with Strawberry & Champagne Heart, which was quite simply the most delicious dessert EVER. Full stop. Meanwhile I had a few glassfuls of red wine, and was already feeling a little detached from the proceedings by the time they brought round PORT. This port was a bit stronger than the mild one we'd had at my mother's installation dinner, though nowhere near as lethal as the one from the installation dinner for last year's Mayor! With two glasses of port inside me I spent the speeches in a daze, though I managed to concentrate on the District Governor-Elect's speech long enough to catch a quite good joke about Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?
As soon as we got home my father gave my mother a rocket. During the evening he'd opened the fridge and a pot of cream had come flying out and emptied itself all over his trousers. With the cleaning-up operation he'd forgotten House was on and missed the last episode. Though still feeling the effect of the port, I didn't get to crash out : my mother kept me up for a while sorting through more functions we'd been invited to...
