Daffodils

A Sunday spent doing little things. Finnicky things with adjectives. Reading things in German. Practising and practising. And cooking.

I enjoyed myself enormously.

We went out to dinner last night. We fancied a curry and went to our local, much improved curry house.

However, they were hosting a function. A wedding reception in fact. Bizarrely it was a Russian wedding reception. With what must have been the Russian version of Karaoke. Pray to whatever you believe in that you never have to sit through the version of Summertime that we heard last night. And not just once either.

The woman who sang was clearly one of those "No, no, it's your party and I just want to sit quietly. Oh well, if you insist" total show-off types. Sadly with nothing to show-off except a complete lack of talent. Still, that never stops these kind of people.

Charming it was not. Add to that a completely burnt main course (removed from the bill) and the night was not a rip roaring success.