The First Rule of Supper Club

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

I have been experiencing Supper Club FOMO, I admit it. The tales of the Princess eating* her way around Edinburgh have revealed my envious side. It's not a pretty side, and it's not like I was pretty to start with.

To address this, when I was out with Manda last night and she mentioned wanting to try new restaurants around Wellington, I pounced:

SUPPER CLUB!

I said.

And so now here it is. I set up a WhatsApp chat with all the usual suspects and the idea has gone down a storm. We will be having our meetings on the last Friday of the month when we are all feeling flush. Manda is going to book us places at Havana as our first venue.

Corrie sadly cannot make our inaugural session. But I told her the First Rule of Supper Club. "There is always another Supper Club".

I daresay we are going to have quite a few "first rules of Supper Club".

Today's picture is of one of Caro's solar-powered light installations that we have dotted around our garden. Caro is a bugger for a twinkly light.

S.

* Also drinking, I believe.