Is Rudi on board a boat here? I think he might be, in which case I am happy. For I am off on a boat trip later myself. A blind date with someone called Oliver. I am breaking all dating rules by not meeting on neutral ground. What if he is a nutter and he gets me drunk then chucks me overboard? Hmm. I shall text his car registration to Rosalind just in case I don’t make it back to dry land. And the name of his boat. Yes dear readers, I am going on a date with someone who owns both a car AND a boat. Heavens.
Rita came over last night and I made Rudi’s Spaghetti Sauce. It’s a good one to do when you know you will be talking 19 to the dozen and quaffing copious amounts of red wine as you cook. Easy peasy. Rita had a little weep when she got all melancholy about moving house. She has lived in the same house for over 20 years so it is much more of a wrench than my forthcoming decampment. This time next week I will be installed in the Palace of Solitude with NO LANDLORD. I will no longer have to mind my Ps&Qs. I will be the mistress of my own destiny. Bring it on.