Home is A Love that I miss very much...

Tonight I spent time in the show home that is K's house.

She's nearly been in it a year now and has decided that it is time to redecorate.

Redecorate or move!

pah ha ha

She does make me laugh.

This is her latest purchase; well no actually that is a lie, the 1,000,000 discs she bought for it are the latest purchase, this was the second but last.

We spent a great deal of time gazing at it's loveliness, and watching while it whisked up some Caramel Lattes, and Moccaccino Caramel Cappuccinos. It doesn't do half caff-semi-skimmed... Then we yapped. And yapped some more,
and then we went out and did food, because food is what we do best; we went somewhere interesting tonight that I hadn't been before, a Cake Pub. Yes, a pub which sells MASSIVE cake.

We had cake. We were also very taken with the Big Fat Gypsy Wedding which was going on in the next section to ours. We knew it was so, down to the orangeness which radiated from every female of the party, the very poorly applied extensions which everyone including Grandma was wearing, the excessive hair decorations on top of the extensions, gaudy jewellery and lack of clothing.

The menfolk were sitting in a different area, doing much quiet conversations occasionally allowing the children (of which there were several) run amoke from one end of pub to another. They would then wander up to the womenfolk, tell them to keep the children under control and then head of again to the "men folk part".

When they all eventually got up and left, the place was devastated. Food and juice everywhere.

But at last we had peace to enjoy the cake (the starters and main were non-descript), I had red velvet cheesecake which was the very favourite of our lovely server who K didn't fancy at all, and K had Carrot cake. The Carrot Cake was 4 story high and she who is the belly of never fullness, was UNABLE TO FINISH IT.

This is the very first time I have every seen this happen.

And then we went back to her house for more coffee - cappucino this time... more gossiping, until at 1130, K got a phone call from Tooli wondering WHERE THE HELL HER MOTHER WAS.

pah ha hahahaha haha

I stayed out past my bed time.