We, the covid jetsetters of suburbia, have ventured yet again from the confines of our home. This trip is to visit our mothers, who both choose to live at great distance from us (or possibly we choose to live at … Continue reading
Some of us are camping this week, and posting here through the magic of scheduling, hurrah, this ol’ internet is a clever doohicky. We shall be delighted to join the cocktail hour from our drizzly canvas near Stratford, but the … Continue reading
So apparently this has been a working week; I’m not really sure what to make of it. But one thing I know is I am more than ready for cocktails at 5. Usual place…
It’s already 70 billion degrees in here. Cocktails may be brought to you from the garden later today. Please ensure that your drink matches your bikini.
There is nothing special planned for today, but it is Vaughan’s birthday so some of us might raise a glass and the traditional “Wherever you are” toast. There will be all the usual Friday nonsense, though, and we are looking … Continue reading
You are cordially invited, blah de blah, you know the score by now. The only difference is that this time we will ACTUALLY BE HITCHED. Fingers crossed.
If you, like me, feel like making it to Friday is this week’s big win, then Uborka Lockdown Cocktails is the place to be. With possible roving report from Susan’s campsite, cheese, and maybe a glimpse of Henry the Worried … Continue reading
This afternoon’s cocktails will feature special guest Henry The Cat, and the tail [sic] of how Henry came to live with us. See you at 5 in the usual place!