Last Wednesday was my day off work. You can tell we are in house party season. This is what I did.
• Went to the gym
• Went to Majestic wine and hired 24 champagne flutes and 24 red wine glasses.
• Rung up an oyster supplier, placed an order for five dozen oysters, wrote out a cheque and went to the post office to send it special delivery due to striking post-people*
• Went into town** to my favourite fancy dress hire shop and ordered two footman’s uniforms.
• Went to Selfridges for edible gold dust
• Went home and had sardines on toast***
• Rang a game supplier and ordered 20 quail and a hare, prompting the immortal line ‘Got a big appetite, haven’t you.’ Ha ha! Oh yes noble game-seller, what a wag you are!
• Checked the menu and sent some urgent texts to the chef, indulging in brief but intense conversation about Welsh Rarebit.
• Did some stuff with spreadsheets
• Did some stuff about bedroom allocations
• Allowed myself three minutes of indulgence in a brief fantasy about bedroom swapping at the house party.
• Washed up
• Emptied bins
• Made HWMBO tea
• Put dinner on
• Went to get ready to play with a young lady. She needed thrashing. I was happy to oblige.
Why is it that I work harder on my days off than I do at work?
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*I will get all political, but we are in the middle of a recession. Everybody else is getting sacked, having their pay frozen or cut and having to work longer hours. It would be good if the Communication Workers Union realised this.
** For our American readers, I went into Central London. I live in a London Suburb. If I lived in New York, it would be the same as going into Manhattan and would take less time.
*** This is my current food fetish. I’d better not be pregnant!
Yes, you do work hard on your days off – but hopefully it’s all enjoyable, even if only in the “ticking things of list” way! I always admire your drive, your energy and most of all your eye for detail though.
I must admit, the quail, the hare and the oysters… probably a good job I’m not coming, as I’m not sure WeightWatchers have figured out points for those.
I am intrigued beyond measure re the edible gold dust though!!
PS Very decent of you to make time to thrash young a young lady. You’re so giving *sigh*. ;o)
You did all that in a *day*? That looks like my to-do list for a whole week. Yikes!
Mmm, gold dust. Are you sure it’s not for sprinkling on your paramours?
Jessica, don’t you think that you might know if you were pregnant?
That’s often the case, when I was due to retire I thought that it would be a holiday, specially after moving to Cornwall from London, wrong!!!
Sounds like it will be a well fed house party.
Even though so busy, you managed to fit some fun into your day.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Um… Jessica, I think you forgot “Flirted outrageously with men in Majestic wine.” Let’s be honest now.
Ah an ordinary day for you would be an epic day for anyone else m’dear! Seriously well done on getting so much done though xx
Hello Jessica
From your description, it’s going to be a smashing party. *Almost* makes me wish I were in the UK rather than Maui, but there is, of course, the weather issue. Glad to read that you’re giving your custom to Selfridge’s, and not to the Egyptian gentleman, though his shop does hava a superior cheese display. Let’s see now: A freshly spanked bum, served with oysters? Charming…
For game, I used to shop at a purveyor in Soho. What’s the name of the market? Berwick Street? Anyway, where the market ends, in the cross street, there is (or used to be) an excellent shop to buy game. Oysters? I’m only used to the American sort, preferably served up as Oysters Rockefeller, with a freshly spanked bondagette on the side. After the ladies have retired, there should of course be crusted port for the gents. At one time (long ago) it was easily obtainable. Dunno what the situation is now. Decant well before serving time. Champers? A decent bottle, I trust. There’s nothing nastier than cheap sparkling wine mislabeled champers, a particularly unpleasant American custom.
Yrs in pervery, Adrian