Post-dinner Jam

Funny thing happened on the way to the tip with yesterday's smashed up sofa.... The guy in front of us had a three piece suite on his truck, which looked like one of those cool designer scando ones, so we asked if we could have it, and he was delighted... So to TallGirl's horror, it is one out, one in. (Really three in, with the two chairs.) So having said I was all done with upholstery, it seems project two is seamlessly (ha ha) launched.

In other news, Mr B was appropriately birthday-ed with a big champagne-fuelled lunch, after which we decided assembling the sofa while slightly-drunk and indigestion-prone was the best way to ensure family harmony. So, the ludicrous new sofa is in place, and will be blipped in due course.

Tonight, however is all about the half-band jamming in the dining room. The remaining three arrive tomorrow. And my Paul A. Young's salted caramel choc tart was voted better than a tarte au citron from the second best bakery in France, even despite my 'Knole sofa' pastry. So I'm happy.