It was a lovely New Year weekend at Jest Acres. We saw the New Year in proper at midnight with a couple of left over fireworks from the November 5th debacle ( just combine the words “Whopping” “Rocket” and “Ground-burst” and you’ll get the gist), and then back into the warm to hootenanny along with Jools. The sit down banquet beforehand went spectacularly, helped no end by the two, yes I do mean plural here folks, chocolate fountains that had been separately gifted us by generous souls. The cava fizzed prettily as we “Auld lang syne’d” in ’07. After a rather late start to Monday we sat down to lunch at 2 and got up from the table at around 6.30, so you could say we’ve spent more hours in ‘07 feasting than sleeping so far!
There are now even the odd few gaps in the fridge which had not hitherto seen daylight this past ten days. (And the recycling bin clinked its tipsy way down the drive this morning when I put it out first thing, before setting out for the surgery. I myself have been, as you would all expect, the model of sobriety and decorum throughout this past festive season however.)
* Perceptive listeners will make out the strains of Tom Waits’ “The piano has been drinking” throughout that last parenthesis*
Then someone said it, late last night over rum truffles. (Well o.k. what really happened was that somebody tried adding rum to the preheated chocolate for the fountain and found out empirically how to make Rum Truffles- ahem…)
Specifically they said, “You ought to get one of them Blog thingies you know.”
So now I’ve had to perjure myself and I’m sitting here wondering if I feel more like Clark Kent or Anthony Burgess.
You see this thing only really works if I know no one I know is looking. If I thought for one minute they were then I’d go all self conscious and fat fingered and keep hitting all the black notes. So if you see them please don’t tell them or I might have to shut up shop.
Oh, and Happy New Year by the way.