Action Stations

The hour cometh. There is excitement in the Troubadour house today because we are playing host to my girlfriend's parents. We are all rushing around like headless chickens who have also, by a double stroke of bad luck, dropped their compasses. Cushions are plumbed, carpets are hoovered, dust is wiped and blown and sucked. In a typical example of family brilliance we have also decided that now would be the perfect juncture to put up the Christmas decorations so we are soon to be knee deep in tinsel. Oh joy of joys, deck the halls with tacky glitter, fla la la la la, la la la la.

The menu for tonight has also taken hours of deliberation and disagreement. Blood has been spilt amidst the herbs and melted butter but finally we have a winner. Chicken in an Orange Mascarpone sauce with stuffed peppers and pesto mash. And for desert? Oh beautiful, wonderful divine providence that has brought us to this moment - Individual Banoffe Puddings. I am literally drowning in saliva at the very prospect.

I shall leave you with that image.