Between persistently following up prospective clients (phone call, meeting, email, text message, phone call, email, 'out of office', email, 'on annual leave', phone call, text message, email... repeat times three), dealing with disgruntled (former) members of voluntary organisations intent on jettisoning responsibilities, networking with new associates and exploring potential work partnerships, keeping an eye on the offspring's social calendar (far more vibrant than mine) and trying to complete an online course for boosting book sales, I was so glad that it was time for Kevin again.
And this time I did not have to drive to the venue.
Which meant I could have a drink or two.
On a Monday night.
Not a good idea.
Anyway, we were a full contingent bar the Lovely Radiographer (at choral duties) and La Diplomat (last minute work meeting), and hosted by the wonderful Aussie Solicitor.
Now, when Kevin meets, we all know that eating and drinking are priorities. So is discussing the books - two very good choices the last ones, btw - and catching up.
As ever, we did not disappoint, although I somehow think that our host was hoping that one E-N-O-R-M-O-U-S fish pie plus greens might suffice for the lot of us.
And it did.
Until she uttered the infamous words, "Would anyone like some more?"
And that was before pudding.
Alas, that second fish pie she (and her husband) had been hoping to keep for another meal... well... there was not much left. Not. Much. At. All.
So let it be a lesson to all who host the Kevinettes:
- only make just enough food for one serving
- if you make more, do not tell
- if you tell, do not offer
- if you offer, it's your own fault - see point 1 above
Oh. And do not drink more than two glasses of wine on a Monday night when you have a long 'to do' list ahead and a very early start the next day.
That'd be a lesson for me, at least.
But the pie was delicious.
|note the wine glass, if you please|