Guests & More Guests
Our summer guests have arrived. I’ve mentioned them before. The glamorous English ladies with large hats who wake me up by popping open champagne bottles outside my bedroom window. This year they’ve brought their recently separated brother in tow as he needs a break. Mike joked that we’re becoming a halfway house for divorcées. One of them went to the Queen’s Garden Party this year, so we got to see the before the party pictures. People aren’t allowed to take cameras and they do not serve alcohol- which seems a bit cheap to me, and outrageous to the girls
I popped into their kitchen to see if everything was all right yesterday and found this:
It made me feel entirely respectable and quite sober. I keep the wine in the wine rack and the rest in a cabinet. I love their un-ashamed-ness. We turned on all the lights for the brother’s arrival. It was a beautiful evening. We laughed ’til very late and then staggered to bed. I served canapés. A variety of things from pastes to tartares, but all served on thick slices of cucumber (peeled) instead of bread. Later in the evening someone decided to put a pizza in the oven but it burnt. Then another one was put in the oven and it also burnt. I don’t know how much we drank, but they say they have to buy champagne and cava again on Monday.
We’ve been thinking a lot about the move. People keep telling us we’re insane to go. The house seems to make everyone so happy. It’s like a little hub of good times. Now we’ve even found a way to make it useful and helpful to people other than ourselves. I know that the right financial move is to sell eventually- but I wonder if we couldn’t perhaps just continue living the way we do now. Ticking along without a ton of money in the bank isn’t the end of the world. But maybe that’s just me being irresponsible.