tettie ah tettie
coined by one of my fave linguists,
from the original tête-à-tête.
although to be fair,
there were no hyphens or circumflexes
on the flower pot when we glanced at it.
it's been a week of birthday parties,
one of which was with my fave poppies
(minus one - my evil twin
who's flown the country for her FORTIETH -
we are saying that word out loud, nik)
at The Posh Restaurant On The Water for lunch.
(ah, diggin' the rugby-socks-under-the-summer-skirt look)
can you say, "POH-sh"???
"blue vein and onion jam
hot pastries" sort of posh.
"glazed pork ribs and teensy weensy
salad leaves" sort of posh.
sauvignon blanc" sort of posh. hic.
"manuka honey crème brûlée with pistachio biscotti
(which i gave away, cos nuts are savoury
and crème brûlée is sweet.
can't eat nuts in my chocolate either. ick.)
and kiwifruit sorbet" sort of posh.
cos ya know how we
love being Ladies Who Lunch.
you'll be pleased to see that
i have resisted posting the
inevitable dodgy photos here.
oh alright then, hope you
took your heart pill this morning.
yeah, there's a limit to
the number of photos
a birthday girl
can pose sensibly for.