Neighbours, everybody needs good neighbours….
Yes! I am so lucky that I have good neighbours. Here’s a little tale about a lovely encounter I had with a neighbour on the bus home on a Friday evening recently. I do not know her name, but she is fab.
Planning to go to my “bring a bottle book group” last Friday, I found out a few hours beforehand that I had the date wrong. No book group. A Friday evening to myself.
Stupidly excited, I was sitting on the bus, wondering how I would fill my evening when my lovely
Then I remembered, that when I was single, my Friday night tradition was to tune my radio to the Desmond Carrington show on R2 and make myself a lovely ice cold bone dry martini.
I sighed when I
On the bus!
We felt like drug dealers standing on the steps outside my block of flats as she busted open her party ice and gave me a couple of handfuls which I stuck in the front pocket of my rucksack.
So my martini had a few particles of goodness knows of whatever had been in that front pocket in the past, but it was delicious nevertheless.
Here’s Martin’s recipe –
2 oz good quality vodka, 1/2 oz or splash of vermouth, 2
A big thank-you to Greg Swenson who included this in his Recipes for