Saturday, 11th October
Where has this year gone? Today was the Pink party for Gabrielle's 50th, no presents, just donations to Breast Cancer Campaign. I gave my usual speech, and left not a dry seat in the house. Between Beth, Pippa, Camilla and I, we managed five raffle prizes. The buffet lunch was a bit odd, in a way that Pot Luck meals tend to be, but there was lots of pink champagne.
In the evening we went to Manny's for Gordon's birthday. All the usual suspects eventually turned up, and a very good time was had by all.
Sunday, 12th October
Xanthe, Rachael and I went to Southall for a sari-buying expedition. We were starving when we arrived, and immediately went for a blow out lunch. This was the first curry I had eaten out for months. Bliss. Xanthe was initially a little unnerved to find such a cultural oasis, but a few chaats, butter chicken and naan later, she was feeling much more at home. We found Xanthe a lovely deep turquoise and lime green sari, and went on a search for matching bangles, earrings and a necklace. She now has the perfect outfit for her birthday/neo-christening party. Rachael has been recruited as godmother in charge of languages.
My hunt for a sari was less successful. None of the blouses would go over my shoulders, or do up around my ribcage. Instead of buying jewellery to match my sari, I found a fabulous necklace, and now have to find a sari to match, in red and gold. So we will have the second leg of sari shopping, in due course.
Sparta Park won 5-0 again tonight. Another bye. The boys were keen to play anyway, so took on the might of the Three Lions (combined weight 1.6 tons). Mind you, at the beginning of the season the combined weight, was over 2 tons). Troy kept a clean sheet in the first half, and handed over the goal-keeping reins, firstly to Dean, and then Rich the Spic, or should that say Spich. They let a total of six dribble through their four legs, and realised that loafing about in goal isn't as easy as it looks.
Xanthe earned nine quid in tips tonight, waitressing in Manny's. Who'da thought?
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