Dog's Dinner

Martin's still not speaking to me. He's not said a word to me since the dinner party last week. Can't say I blame him really. Although, I really only did it to cheer him up.

The evening started off well enough, although Martin was late arriving, so didn't actually get a chance to warn him about the other guests before he walked into the lounge. Honestly, the look on his face, you'd think we had aliens in the house. Lionel managed to give him a drink before he could say anything - not sure it would have been suitable for the Reverand's ears. Anyway, Lucy's mother brought her little dog with them. Sir Terry was not at all happy about being put in the utility room all night, It wasn't his fault he was feeling hormonal. I mean who has a little bitch who's on heat and takes it out with them, how was Sir terry to cope with that. Any way hopefully stopped them before anything too drastic happened - although they were in the garden quite a while before Lionel realised they were missing. Not sure what type of dog they had but it kept making rude smells, or maybe it that was the Reverand!

Martin collared me in the Kitchen and was not at all complementary about the guests or the fact I'd invited them without telling him. Said that there was a foul smell in the lounge and it was making him want to gag. Not sure if it was the Reverand, the dog or Lucy's mother who had a decidedly pungent odour about her. He even threatened to go home, but managed to convince him to stay. Think it was the lure of the lemon tart that did it and the air freshner!

I thought everyone was getting on lovely, although on reflection I'm not so sure I made the best decision in the world about tonight. Glynis was decidedly giggly by the end of the evening and kept touching Lionel's knee when she thought I wasn't looking. He didn't seem to mind - not quite sure how to take that? Martin stormed off home after dessert with the excuse he had an early meeting in the morning. Didn't even kiss me goodbye and Lucy and her Mother just sat politely listening to the Reverand going on and on about his bloody copper piping. Ye Gods, don't know why I bother.