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Progressive suppers, sunglasses and paddling pools

Posted by Dawn Isaac on 14 Mar 2012 at 11:45 AM

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On Sunday I was recovering from a progressive supper. 

For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, this is when you have a dinner party on the move - starters at one house, mains at another, dessert elsewhere.  And as if having 15 couples traipsing through the village between courses wasn't intriguing enough, you don't actually know who you'll be hosting before they turn up, and no idea where you're headed next until you open the envelope at the end of each course.

They are also called "safari suppers" but this seems a slightly odd name considering there's no big game to spot and not a pith helmet in sight.  "Progressive supper" is far more fitting as you get progressively chattier, progressively squiffier and, as I found out, progressively more likely to misplace your mobile phone as the evening goes on.

So, as you can imagine, I wasn't rising early the next morning, and probably wouldn't have done so before midday had my daughter not bounded into the room and declared "We're going into the garden.  Are you coming?".

Yes, there comes a time each year when the garden rather than the house suddenly seems to be the kids default entertainment space - and Sunday was it.

In no particular order, the children...

 

And in no particular order, I...

    donned sunglasses
  • drank tea
  • took painkillers
  • lay on the hammock
  • made rather feeble attempts to suggest that, as it is STILL WINTER (I have two words for you people - Spring Equinox) the paddling pool probably shouldn't come out.  I lost that argument.

 

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