I had a little soiree for my (work) team in my flat tonight, realizing quite painfully that it had been seven years since the last time I had done such a thing–I like to entertain, so I’m slightly unclear as to how so many years have gone by. I try to justify: in the meantime I had been preoccupied with my divorce, PhD, moving several times, etc. It’s no matter now. Like baking or crocheting, it’s something I like to do but have not done at times when life has made me feel down in the dumps.
I had a great time tonight, I would call the fete a great success and aside from my need to finish cleaning up I have no regrets. It was a wine and cheese party so nothing too taxing, and apparently my cheese selections were not bad. Some were completely gone by the end of the evening, nearly five hours after it started! I did take “before” pictures of my new-and-improved flat as it was set up for the party:
My flat has become almost livable lately, it’s too bad that I have to vacate for the next month because apparently the fire alarms in my building are insufficient and I am not allowed to sleep here over Christmas and for a full month surrounding! I know the Brits are obsessed with fire safety but seriously, this is nuts. ‘Happy early Christmas but don’t come home for a month!’