Life is back to normal: dinner at friends

Fabulous dinner at friends last night. 'If you could invite ten people, alive or dead, to dine at your table, who would you ask?' was a question posed. I personally would like to have Jesus, to ask him who he thought his Dad was; Princess Diana to ask if she knew who bumped her off; and Claudia Winkleman because she seems such fun. Mr A suggested Mao Tse Tung but was rather put off when it was pointed out that he wouldn't be able to understand him. And Bart Simpson was ruled out for obvious reasons, i.e. he wasn't real. As it was, the people actually sitting around the table couldn't be bettered: four artists and their spouses lead to a lot of jollity, deridery and good almost-clean fun!

The weather-enforced confinement is finally over but it has taught Mr A and me something. We discovered, during that imprisonment, that we were amazingly compatible, which, although having being married for 56 years, has come as a pleasant surprise. So we did make the right choice, we both contentedly sighed as we sipped our cocoa. That last bit was made up - we don't drink cocoa.