Espresso martinis
It’s Sunday morning. I’m halfway down my second gut-scraping Americano, and I’ve caught up on my current affairs reading. Time to blog, but what about? I’m kinda current-affaired out. So, how about our trip to Henley Royal Regatta this week. A happy, uplifting, dreadfully inconsequential tale, but it makes me smile as I write. Actually this year we went twice. Wednesday we met with Hubby’s family and caught up with tales of aunts and uncles, cousins and co. The racing was a bit ho hum. Too many walkovers. But despite this, plus the traffic and the rain and the cold and the extortionate prices, a stonking good time was had by all.