How rude....

.....Nancy subtly flicking me the V whilst sipping on the mojito I'd so graciously served her.

Earlier, we tidied, scrubbed and sooked the house in preparation for Ian and Joe coming to dinner. Pleased with the pristine condition of ra hoose, we sallied forth for a spot of culture in the National Portrait Gallery. I concentrated my studies in the Wolfson Gallery this time. We then rendezvoused with the boys and headed for home with a brief stop in Treacle for a fortifying cocktail/beer/cider/coke (delete as appropriate), then to our dinner table for many hours of grazing and drinking of delicious stuff. Nancy's jerk chicken, made with Scotch Bonnet chilli peppers, left a satisfying buzz on the tastebuds for the remainder of the evening.

Good to see the chaps for a spot of R&R, and my already contended sense of well-being was enhanced further when I noticed that London Scottish FC and Hibernian FC won their respective games of rugby union and association rules football. Jolly good.