Whew! What a weekend. A fantastic game dinner featuring goose pot pies, deer carpaccio, The Inn at Little Washington’s chestnut soup and fresh vegetables grown by Tricycle Gardens started things out on Friday. Saturday had us strapped into the full fig for a Fan Women’s Club black tie Flamenco and Tapas soirée held in the Scott House. And that was between the kids’ playdates and birthday affairs.
The house, and your faithful correspondent, are in regrettable shape. Monday has taken me completely by surprise.
Even shaving might become a bit of an issue this am. Which is why I will arm myself with the best possible potions for the job.
(Available from Londons Bathecary, a wonderful site.)
Or I may just go back to bed. It seems to work for the dog.