Giggling squid and jerk chicken
A really nice day today, spent with Lorraine. We walked into town where I got a new tan coloured watch strap, to compliment the green face of my nice watch, and Lorraine looked at clothes and shoes and so on. As we were mooching about, I kept noticing young women with botoxed faces to give them trout pouts. To me this intervention makes otherwise attractive people look a bit gormless. We went to giggling squid together for a lunchtime snack and there was a frozen faced woman in there, whose lips were so bloated that she could only eat without her mouth open.
In the evening off to Bolney, to the village hall, where a charity evening had been set up on behalf of Hope House Haiti. Bolney has a strong link with this charity. A fun night, with tropical flavours, and about 150 people wearing garlands, and tropical clothes. Really nice Caribbean food too, such as goat curry, ('made with lamb because we couldn't catch the goats'), rice and peas, jerk chicken, and a chilli hot and tasty salad, which I judiciously washed down with some tins of Red Stripe. There was even a man playing a steel pan very well, but to ghastly Jive Bunny style Reggae medleys, a spot of limbo dancing, where the inspiring Yvrose, who runs Hope House with her husband Pierre Richard, unsuccessfully attempted in high heels. I enjoyed chatting with Lorraine's colleagues Claire and Sarah a good deal.
Home, and it was so warm, that Lorraine and I took a candle and a couple of drinks to sit outside on the decking when we got back.
Yvrose, and Pierre Richard leading a sung Grace before we strapped on the nosebags.
In the evening off to Bolney, to the village hall, where a charity evening had been set up on behalf of Hope House Haiti. Bolney has a strong link with this charity. A fun night, with tropical flavours, and about 150 people wearing garlands, and tropical clothes. Really nice Caribbean food too, such as goat curry, ('made with lamb because we couldn't catch the goats'), rice and peas, jerk chicken, and a chilli hot and tasty salad, which I judiciously washed down with some tins of Red Stripe. There was even a man playing a steel pan very well, but to ghastly Jive Bunny style Reggae medleys, a spot of limbo dancing, where the inspiring Yvrose, who runs Hope House with her husband Pierre Richard, unsuccessfully attempted in high heels. I enjoyed chatting with Lorraine's colleagues Claire and Sarah a good deal.
Home, and it was so warm, that Lorraine and I took a candle and a couple of drinks to sit outside on the decking when we got back.
Yvrose, and Pierre Richard leading a sung Grace before we strapped on the nosebags.
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