Sunday lunch

I'm pleased to report our little sunday lunch went very nicely indeed. Following in your footsteps and keeping the tradition that the host gets the most sozzled; I had three large white wines and ploughed through two bottles of Moet with Miss Moffat. Despite giving out wrong directions, 6 people cancelling before i'd left the flat and several others not turning up at all, it was a good turn out. I think about 15 of us in all. Top that with the best Sunday lunch i can remember, a game or two of table jenga with forfeits (i took two pieces home!), a comfy pub, dougie's jokes and generally damn fine company and you couldn't ask for more (no not even me!). Darren gets the award for best being late story, he ran out of petrol on the M25 and had to be rescued by Claire. . If it wasn't for Jat not sure i'd have made it back to Surbiton, i couldn't actually read the board at waterloo! I have a bit of a hangover and took a while to remember how i burnt my finger, thank god i text Jat to say i had toast or i may never have remembered! I remember bits here and there today, and have apologised for trying to make Sparky's shoes dirty (bright white trainers). I think on the whole i was very well behaved though and didn't manage to put my foot in it anywhere? maybe someone knows differently? If the toilets weren't like a freezer i couldn't find anything bad to say for the day. So over to someone else to sort the next catch up! Think you'd be proud Marc. xx