Valentine's Night

The blip is the best of a bad bunch, but it'll remind me of a fun evening at old* friend Fiona's.

Eight single ladies of a similar 'mature' age, either widowed or divorced, meant nonstop chatter and lots of laughter - not all at their ex-partners' men's expense by any means - and even the poetry-reading wasn't as excruciating as I expected. Well, maybe the highbrow stuff was, but the humorous/bawdy ones made up for them.

Needless to say, the meal was delicious and the wine flowed, but apart from a small glass of bubbly at the start of the evening, I stuck to water because I was driving.

* I've known Fiona longer than anyone else in this country. We met in the dinner queue in 1st year at Hyndland more than 50 years ago.