Not on the kitchen island, where I normally keep tea, teapot and toaster.
Nor the living room floor which is normally covered with dog toys.
But last weekend was the annual writer’s group Christmas party, one of the few (currently the only) social events TYG and I host. I cleaned up some the Thursday before, did the last cleaning Saturday, then shopping for beer and soft drinks and then the cooking: roast potatoes with veggie sausage and goat cheese, vegetarian chili, cornbread. Plus everyone brought stuff, as you can see below.
It’s always a fun event. Good friends hanging out, talking about writing or personal lives or whatever. Plus Trixie and Plushie getting into the act.
TYG had to work most of the day, so I was on my own for prep more than usual. When the party started she was still busy, so Plushie eventually went up stairs to hang with her. Trixie stayed downstairs having fun.
It was great fun and ran until 11:30 when I called it a night. Next day I was quite wiped and pretty much did nothing. But that’s okay once in a while.
A few more photos below.
#SFWApro. All photos are mine.
