A very happy Self-Portrait Friday to all who see this.

For all my friends out there in the ether, I salute you. It’s now after 7.30pm and I am ‘entertaining’ tonight so I will shortly need to go and cook a sumptuous feast for DM, Gary Kimberley and myself. I expect it to be a culinary triumph even though it will probably be adequate rather than triumphant if the rumours are accurate. We’re having home-made pasta so I can’t go too wrong with it. In fact, I know the pasta must be good because it’s the batch that I made and ate some of yesterday so all that could go wrong is the sauce. Hmmm – perhaps I can use something out of a jar to eliminate the chance of failure? Nah, I think I’ll stick to my freshly cooked, home grown stuff if that’s OK with Gary. After all, you can’t be too careful about the stuff from jars, can you?

I am, as is usual on a Friday night (oh and just about every other night too) , just cracking open the Stella Arseoles as my lovely friend Paul might say. Oh yes, do I look a bit topsy? Could I have been drinking ALL DAY? Well, you’ll just have to be the judges of that for yourselves won’t you.

Nah, not really I’ve not even kept the Stella for myself, I’m sitting here drinkless and Gary is drinking the one I cracked open earlier. In fact, not a drop has passed my lips in …..oooohhhh, let’s see now? …….oooohhhh I don’t know! ………ooohhhh probably all of 24 hours or so. There now, that’s good isn’t it!

I expect we’ll probably spend a nice, quiet evening quaffing wine and eating. I expect it’ll be nice, clean, adult fun because as an adult I am entitled to do as I choose as long as I harm no-one in doing so. Oh and guest, perhaps you could refrain from calling me ‘sweetie’ I hardly know you after all. I mean, it’s a little difficult to get to the point of being comfortable with someone calling you sweetie if you didn’t even leave me a contact address. Call me ‘old-fashioned’ if you will but I kind of like to keep terms of endearment for those I care about and who care about me.