That damned woman!!!

I am never speaking to that woman, Linda Simpson ever AGAIN!!!!!

We arrived at their house for dinner just after 7pm and everyone else had already arrived, so she kept tutting about punctuality. Champers was quite nice, but did she have to keep going on about the price of it. NO! She's also had a new chinese rug put down, so everyone had to walk around the edge of the room, so as not to mark it.

Anyway moved into the dining room for the meal and she had sat me next to Clive Taylor who must be going a bit blind as he kept rubbing my leg up and down, instead of his own. Although, think he got the message when I accidently dropped my knife on his hand. Only a little bit of blood, but he did go on about it a bit. The meal itself was interesting, prawn cocktail to start (with no brown bread - everyone knows you always have it with brown bread), followed by chicken supreme and some rather overcooked vegetables. Although to be fair, the veg turned out to be the saving grace of the meal, chicken was not quite that supreme. Pudding was a sorbet - rather strange puce colour. We all said how lovely it was, not sure anyone really meant it.

During the meal Linda kept going on and on about their Jackie and how wonderful she's doing in the law firm. We all know that she only got where she did because she slept with the senior partner - but I didn't say anything. Didn't want to be indiscreet. Then she started on poor Martin, well, as any good Mother would, I jumped straight in and put her right. Not fair that he's not been able to find a decent girlfriend, he does try, and there's nothing wrong with being a web designer. Cheek of it, she called him geeky!

Hope Linda and David have a miserable time at their Villa. Am pretty sure that Portugal is having an undue cold snap. Ha!

Lionel had wind again. I'm afraid the only place for him was the spare room.

Never mind, I'm off to a certain Health Spa tomorrow with a couple of girl friends, where I believe the therapists are quite hands on. Can't wait!