Sunday Dinner

Usually in my family we have a big sunday dinner. My bro and gran used to come round and mum usually cooks a big roast or something. Anyway, gran is in her home and i havent spoken to andrew for ages, kate went back to newy and mum and dad are somewhere like paris or oman. I was alone. So I had my own big sunday dinner. Well, to be honest Edwina had a dinner party, I just provided the location and some wine. I set the table, I brought out the good silverware, china and crystal. Dont worry mum, i didnt break any of it, although Karla did spill wine all over the mahogony. Twas lovely. The conversation varied from the complexities of modern warfare to top australian exports (babies are number 8) and the phalicness of pepper grinders and nippleness of salt shakers. Now Tim and I are watching a spice girls marathon on foxtel and we just spoke to chris and mon. Wonderful way to end a rather wonderful weekend.