Wrapit Wraps It Up

Saturday, 2nd August

There was a lock-in at the local last night, which revealed a new social conundrum – when you’re drinking illegally in a pub, do you still go outside to smoke? Bizarrely, most people did, until the manager panicked, a shepherded everyone back in. He then jumped out of his skin every time a police car or ambulance went past. Which in Battersea, on a Friday night, is pretty bloody often. So I woke up with a truly atrocious hangover today. Thank God I had booked a massage. We went to see The Dark Knight, what a pile of tonk. A total waste of 152 minutes of my life. It was too loud, too long, and quite a lot didn’t actually make sense.

Over to Yi-Ban, in Chelsea Harbour for supper. I was deeply disappointed to find that they had taken my favourite chilli salt squid off the money. We ordered a selection of starters, soup and duck. Somehow we ended up having another heavy night. Urrgh. Everyone ended up at our place, and only had the good grace to go home after 2.30, when Troy retired from play, with a terrible migraine.


Sunday, 3rd August

Woke up, if not quite fresh as a daisy, then certainly able to start work at ten. I reported loads of MRI’s, then took myself off to M&S to buy the ingredients for a crab and parma ham linguine. These managed to cost a staggering £26. Every time I go into Marks and Expensive, I promise myself I will never buy food in there again. And, M&Soholic that I am, I do. But that’s it, this time. Really.

I quiet night in with our linguine, and watching the F Word.

Monday, 4th August

It’s official, we won’t be getting any wedding presents, Wrapit has wrapped up. Apparently the guests who paid on credit cards can get a refund, but those who paid by debit card, probably not. In any event it is really embarrassing, having to explain the situation to everyone. I suppose it's a lot worse for young couples who are relying on the gifts, and the staff who've lost their jobs. So I’m not really in a mood chirpy enough to be funny.

I decided to cheer myself up by going to Divertimenti, to buy the giant Le Creuset griddle myself. Unfortunately they didn’t have it. Boo. Next stop Waitrose. Fortunately, today the bits and pieces for duck breast with Madeira and cherry sauce, on a bed of crispy noodles and caramelized red chicory, came to only £12. Result!

So another night in, in front of the cooker.