Nope.
I am the person who has to remind the inviting eejits that Mr Bee doean’t eat meat.
It’s Family, by the way, and they’ve known him for 66 years, or so.
Anyhoo, my nails are looking glorious, flashing across the PC keyboard. I’ll see how they look flashing across a 'phone screen. Wish me luck!
Well, I am dealing with people who have dos all intuitive thought (not you lot, btw, thank goodness). We’ll prolly go, but if M is not Very Much Better, I shall stay at home, on-call, and Mr Bee will have salmon en papillote with ‘seasonal vegetables’ (yuk). M’s cardiology appointment is for the 18th - the day after the Family meal and guess who’ll be taking her. Plus, she’ll be taking home a 24 hour cardiac monitor which must be returned on the 19th.
On a brighter note, That Poodle wil be visiting us for the festive season, from the 20th. The more I think about this whole nonsense, the more I think that we are doing our fair share and can’t really be *rsed with a narsty meal.
The wind izz picking up here, too. It can get on wivvit while I sleep.
Best nights, Cellarites. I am fuzzily grateful that you have more than a bit of nous about you.
Soo xx