Tonight the farmer and I are giving a small dinner party for three dear friends. As befits my advancing age I am spending the day gradually getting ready for it, rather than rushing about at the last minute as I used to do.
But if there is anything nicer than eating with friends on a cold, February night when snow is forecast again for tomorrow; and sitting afterwards by the log-burner and chatting and having a drink, then I can't imagine what it can be, can you?
The only slight 'fly in the ointment' is that I am cooking a large piece of rib of beef which I bought for Christmas and didn't use and I feel it has been in the freezer long enough - and getting beef just right is not my strong point - so keep your fingers crossed for me please.
And speaking of flies in the ointment, yesterday the farmer used an expression I have never heard before. There are of course colloquial expressions in the UK (as I suppose there are all over the world) and they are often regional. I can't remember what prompted his exclamation but whereas I would have said, "there is more than one way to kill a cat rather than choking it with cream" he said "there's more jam than Hartley's" - ever heard that before?
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